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Jan 18
The birds are all visiting the bird table
They’re all eating as they are able
It’s cold out there
And I do really care
So I drop some more seeds on the table
When ever I am  able
Suet chunks are hanging
Left over bread I throw out on the lawn
I couldn’t just leave these poor creatures forlorn! So I feed them all, day, night and dawn!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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