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days, cold - cold. My beloved Kew is deserted & I go to gather acorns for the little squirells. In feeding the squirells, one sees the great differences in human nature very plainly. Their are those (especially women) who deliberatly bring their dogs & set them on the squirells.  Jim would laugh (I hope) to hear what I tell them for I'm the champion of all animals brids & fishes & insects (worms especially) & carrots & vegies & fruit & all the wonderous things which have proved by long life to have given me only good, never let me down, never been an enemy.

Another type of human, feeds them (chiefly men) & gathers happiness in doing so, one

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