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Dreaming of Squirrels

Last night I dreamed I was a squirrel
who wanted to kill himself.
I was a very unhappy squirrel.
I tried to get runover,
but the cars all missed me.
No matter where I darted,
they still missed me.
I was a complete failure at being a squirrel.
I couldn't find nuts.
I couldn't find a mate.
I couldn't even get run over.
And then I woke up.
It was just a dream.
I'm sure it doesn't mean a thing.