“Dear Miss Snarky,”
I didn’t know you were so off that one day;
Don’t worry, it’s now a new day to play.
Come out of your shell and write to me.
It would be awful to lose a good friend, you see.
As I too am a busy little beaver sometimes;
Sometimes, I can’t find the proper rhymes.
You know God said it’s okay to have a bad day or two;
You didn’t get me mad or even turn me blue.
Please don’t cry, the clouds do that on rainy days;
But then God makes it better with a rainbow haze.
So don’t be too sad, my special Texas friend;
A little misunderstanding isn’t the end.
Signed, Little Squirrel

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