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Vancouver BC Canada

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Why do squirrels bury acorns... anyone? ... please?
They are playing right into the hands of the (oak)trees
A master plan devised by mother nature
Any deviation from she will prolly hate yer

WES Vogler

Thursday, November 1, 2018

Topic(s) of this poem: animal,fun,nature,rhyme

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tom billsborough 02 November 2018

ours are red yours are grey neither keep the oaks away

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wes vogler 02 November 2018

If you mean squirrels I agree if acorns ours are deep brown

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anyone 01 November 2018

for the few that grow, many more become softer and easier to crack

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wes vogler 01 November 2018

easier to crack.. I didn't know that

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Kelly Kurt 01 November 2018

They terrorize my yard, but have grown an oak or three.

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wes vogler 01 November 2018

a devious web indeed

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