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Feb 2016
Birds  come  on  our  lawn.
To  eat  peanuts  that  we  hang.

They  wait  in  trees  for  food  to  come.
When  It's  there  they  swoop  right  down.

Cold  weather  is  a  problem.
With  very  little  to  eat.

But  the  birds  are  very  hardy.
Standing  out  in  cold  and  sleet.

  What  would  we  do  without  our  birds.
No  songs  at  early  morn.

I  thank  the  lord  that  we.
Can  help  in  many  ways.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.2016.
Keith Wilson
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Keith Wilson  Windermere UK
(Windermere UK)   
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