Nocturnal Procyon Lotorbequeather of awards and rewards:
visit us tonight we pray
our lobes knock us not
outside where thou art
thee swing, and us here
doest thee sway.
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A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
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- "Hand me down my furry velcoed lion's mane and my ...
- Anticipation
- Gonna get out in that kitchen and......
- Flag at our highest parapet flies at half-staff
- Sir, would you mind not being so obvious?
- Referral, with thanks......
- You gotta know where they are
- Eva Cassidy taken off monitor
- Good Words From Alaska
- From THE ONION:
- All your agonies will be diverted.......
- Over the top
- Learn from Francine Witte, New York
- Hear it?
- "Some lime to Popsic-ulous"
- Were you pulled by the music? The 400?
- Thou preparest a table before me in the presence o...
- 'Yes sir'.......revisited
- Yes sir, that's my baby!
- S. Kaye Pest
- Let's put this on
- found; Pro-
- To The Babes
- Let freedom ring.....
- Born
- "BALLS!" CRIED THE QUEEN. "IF I HAD TWO, I'D BE K...
- Dela dela
- It's happening here
- Tramp, Tramp, Tramp the Boys (and Girls) Are Marching
- The way you used to do
- Symphony accompanies CAT pianist
- 'random' acts of kindness
- Slugs and squid
- But can it dance?
- All-purpose shirt
- Indisputable paranoia
- More on Bill Vollmer
- Sure wish I had that car now
- At least not shot from an airplane
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