Sometimes,
under a rambling, brambleberry moon
feelings poke out of me like porcupine quills
so i
rub a little here…
rub a little there…
and you know,
sometimes,
poetry happens
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Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
So cute! Words and the lil furry fella!!
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;)… thanks …not quite an armadillo…
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JUST today we were driving home and I told my husband of a dog that I found once that was covered in porcupine quills. Poor little thing. It was at least 30 years ago bc I am old as dirt and I still remember it like yesterday
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:(… how awful… I have never actually seen a real porcupine … but was playing with the idea that a porcupine has quills… and thought of pens…
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I loved it! Just thought how funny she is writing this and I was just remembering this earlier.
We called the owner who got him and said he would need to be sedated to get them out. I hope I never see one in real life. The quills were enough for me.
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Ugh…. that would be awful
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You should rub more often, I love your poems!
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Thanks so much Orville:)
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