The whimsical ways of a wondering weasel
Have perplexed all those who know him
His indifference abounds
As he runs all around
In the forest
Where parents abhor him
But the lace-ladened lady
Who visits these woods
Believes that his antics are awesome
From that which is pure
A lighthearted cure
For the rest who refuse to blossom
So, if in the woods of magical beings
Where clear eyes can see what’s before them
Praise Him high above
For sharing His love
Through a creature
Who we know adores Him
Kevin Parish 
Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you!
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Lovely poem; I like the rythmn and you can’t beat good rhyming.
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Thank you very much! It was fun to read what my muse was saying… ;-)))
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Such an adorable little guy! 🙂
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;-)))
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This whimsical approach definitely subverts our preconceived notions about weaselness–and ends with an important object lesson. Well-played!
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But of course! ;-))) Hahaha
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🙂
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This is so cute. It is very sing-song and has a great rhythm.
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And, once again, you are spot on!!! As I wrote it I was singing it in my head! ;-))) Thank you, brother!
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Glad you were singing too!
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Ha…
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Awwww that was so beautiful Kevin!
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Well, thank you, Diane!
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Aww. He’s adorable. I love the rhythm and rhyme of your poem, Kevin. Playful and sweet.
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Thank you, friend! It was fun to sing along with as I wrote it…
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