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In the Park
Simran Ahira
In the park
A squirrel watched me
As I watched him/her
Bury an acorn into the autumn ground
And I felt so touched to be trusted
I’ve missed forgetting the day of the week.
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In the park
A squirrel watched me
As I watched him/her
Bury an acorn into the autumn ground
And I felt so touched to be trusted
I’ve missed forgetting the day of the week.