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A Bird

There is a bird on the roof and it is trying to squeak it's having a bit of a job beacuse it has glue on its beak. Its feathers are caked together and in a knot I'd like to say old bird you're in a bit of a spot. "How did you manage to get covered in glue I said" It must have flew over thinking the white stuff was bread. He landed and too late met with his fate if I were that little bird I'd clean up before it's too late! He'd be stuck together never to fly again Just a solid feather ball and that would be a pain.
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