One day it rained
wetting every dust and grain
I lost my dreams
as the cell screamed
halting my trips to lands strange
and alerting me to wake up range
I saw a Squirrel
a funny Squirrel
running from nest to chests
of building mounts
to fill up the home under the roof
with plenty of warmth to room its booms
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