The gorgeous , frolicsom, Juvenile deliquents do lithesome, pogo stick leaps down the silly road, like mice set free in a forest, they bound away through the leaves in great arcs, in rainbow shaped trajectories, across the leafy floor into the the distant trees. Like those mice, I feel for them. They would have rather stayed in the warm house hiding between the rafters. But unlike mice THEY can stand on two feet.
Published by Tony Chapman
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