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Gray Anger
By Doris Ruth Mackey There he stands – waiting With little gray hands extended. The embodiment of entitlement What can I do? I haven’t any peanuts. Soon he’ll be climbing on the screen And tapping on the window. I told Bill many times, “Be careful what you start.” But husbands never listen. Heed the warning. DO NOT FEED THE SQUIRRELS!
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