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GROWING
SMALLER

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THE OWL AND THE SQUIRREL

Once upon a time long ago and far away

There lived in a tree a wise old owl

Whose feathers were all gray
In that tree lived a squirrel

Who was brave as a hawk
One day the owl turned to the squirrel

And said nothing
Because owls don’t talk

Together they just sat there
Watching the cows below eat hay
Then the owl ate the squirrel
Because an owl is a bird of prey

HEART
STRINGS

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THE TRUE MEANING OF OPTIMISM

Today on the bus I saw an old man
Wearing one shoe that was undone
I said,

“Hey pal, did you happen to loose

one of your shoes?”

He smiled and said,

“No, I just found one”

I'LL MISS YOU
WHILE I'M SLEEPING

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WHEN IT’S YOUR TIME

I had a canary once
And it refused to sing
Like a prisoner
Unable to spread its wings

One morning I swear

I saw tears in its eyes
So I opened the cage door
And out the window my canary did fly

Later that day
The same window I looked out
I saw my neighbor’s fat cat
With yellow feathers in its mouth

LET'S GO
GET LOST

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FURRY BIRDS

What kind of bird
Has giant ears and wears fur
And sleeps upside down in the day?

With eyes that bug out
With fangs and a snout
This is no bird I would keep in a cage

It’s not dark; it’s not bright this is twilight
Like fighter jets they swarm and attack

Above and below
The insects all know

These bloodthirsty birds are called bats

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