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Through the winter cold
Through the falling leaves
Through the dark days
The squirrels play.
They chase each other
Across the yard
They scold and screech
In their own language.
These may be stressful times
With pressure cramming down
But even right now
The squirrels play.
Things have gone amuck
Both here and elsewhere
Everything's so confusing
But still the squirrels play.
Can this place really be so bad
Are we really so evil
If the squirrels can come so close
And play on and on?
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