Ogden Nash (August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)
My friends all know that I am shy,
But the chipmunk is twice and shy and I.
He moves with flickering indecision
Like stripes across the television.
He's like the shadow of a cloud,
Or Emily Dickinson read aloud.
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
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