it rests on my shoulder...ready to fly.
Well it's been two weeks since my last blog and theres little to report. Well if you really look at it not much happened. It's at that point where I'm kinda prepairing for the best. Like a squirrle collecting acorns for the winter. The only scary part in school was the interview project is over. I had a good run and the professor even stated that I
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Preparing for the Cold
Until he dies in the grill of a truck
And his skin grows into Mold
He knows not what awaits
His frantic and speedy Life
He ends up running through my room
and trips upon a knife
That poor little squirrel
He should have just stayed
Now he is mounted upon a piece of oak
His nuts have been "spayed"
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