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Sep 2016
Blue Jay twitters and chipmunk chitters

Not unlike the grinding of teeth

I lay in my bed and I count in my head

All the ways woodland fauna decease

Then crow call made silent

That uproar so violent

Full seconds before sirens sound

So I am regretting for having forgetting

The valuable nature of sound
Morning.
Lord sovos JSWarbane DLXXXIII
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Lord sovos JSWarbane DLXXXIII  Hell
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   Doug Potter
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