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True Lies

I was sitting in the park one dayĀ 
in the shade underneath a tree
When I saw this little squirrel come upĀ 
and sit right next to me

I watched it sit there for a whileĀ 
then I offered it some bread
He looked around then looked at meĀ 
'no thanks' I thought he said

I knew I must be hearing thingsĀ 
so I said 'say that again'
He said 'I said no thank you'Ā 
and I about jumped out my skin

Squirrels aren't suppose to talkĀ 
or at least that's what I thought
But he asked me for a cigaretteĀ 
and said that'd Ā mean a lot

I thought, this can't be happeningĀ 
it had to be some kind of joke
But I was sure I heard this little squirrelĀ 
just ask me for a smoke

So I gave the squirrel a cigaretteĀ 
then sat and watched in awe
When he was done he told me thanksĀ 
and stuck out his little paw

I shook his paw and left the parkĀ 
I'm not sure if he's still there
Everyone says I imagined itĀ 
but he asked me for a square

My doctor thinks I dreamed it allĀ 
but I swear that it's the truth
If you don't believe my wordĀ 
ask the pigeon he smoked one too

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Being Me

????.Ā  I am glad you suggested to read this before True Lies II or I would've missed it. And this made me smile so I'm glad I got to read it x

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Pure405Evil

Lol, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for the comment, as always, I certainly appreciate it.

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Marion

Is this a cigarette or the dreaded drugs...lol...only reason I'm asking is I smoke but sadly no squirrels have talked to me...yet ???

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Pure405Evil

Lol, well, depends on what you smoke. I've had more than squirrels talk to me lol. Thank you for the comment, Marion, I really appreciate it.

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