The flying squirrel
Leaps down the leaves
When the moon the peeps
Through the woods
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It isn’t true to say that
The joke of hiding one’s life
In the cover of a Sugar cane
Didn’t surprise me.
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My frame stretched forward,
I sit to ponder over what day and night means.
The cool night's darkness didn't worry me.
A fur coat was just the thing I needed.
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Walking along the linear curve
He came to a rolling stop
And let out a silent scream.
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The sun flows through wedge
Among trees on the hill top.
The giant glow- worm.
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When an elephant is at the peak of inspiration
A simple ant bite sends him home ward
Then he becomes the real he
Challenges those who have enslaved him and his
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Winter burns,
Hot spring churns,
Eyes twinkle, cold and bright.
Robins around red fire light
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When he was alive
I wasn’t aware of that he less he
Acting within him.
I judged him as he that was visible
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