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Aug 2016
It's always a whistle to
catch my
attention.

A man, a gym coach, a steaming hot
tea kettle.

It's always a sharp note of bird
song- though,
au contraire,
when a bird actually whistles.
When she actually sings,
I seem to be
the only one who
stops to listen
though I know she's not looking
for
attention.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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