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I heard a rap at the window&saw a squirrel sleeping with its eyes open laying low upon a small limb;no violent wind threatened.The tree wanted company.At the creek the tadpoles ate algae&mold.The stream needed a bath anyway.The weeds took over the garden;the flowers smell grand.I have a dead chicken in my hand.He ate corn,got fat&wallowed with his sisters in chicken crap.The birds are sunning on the rooftop.