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Apr 2017
“Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee and I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.” Robert Frost

Scraps of bread for his feathered friends
Music for all his other friends
Poncho-clad in his favorite chair
Not a worry, not a care
We all flock around the sound that he brings
His box etches tunes that set the mood
We take it all in while
Our conversation wanders
These words they compel our love of life
It's easy to be with Bird Man and
It's easy to believe in birds

Bird Man (Antonio) is constrained by a wheel chair but he doesn’t let that keep him down. He’s truly a lover of both birds and music and he’s a great friend. One could only wish for a friend like him. Yes, I’m lucky.
Richard Grahn
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Richard Grahn  58/M/Chicago
(58/M/Chicago)   
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   Elizabeth Squires and kim
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