Squirrelville (A Poem)

There are many creatures in Squirrelville. There are bears that don’t care. There are skunks that don’t give a funk. There are chipmunks that like to watch me get drunk.

It used to be peaceful before idiots on four-wheelers.  I won’t even get into the golf carts and Jet Skis.

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