Fly Orange Squirrel

My dear you dither the spoon to unravel the lust of rust

Watch me fly on a dart, reap the dripping sly for lack of good posture.

Nonetheless you pine away leaving gray for me to lay and find these notes wrapped with locks bolted in nuts.

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