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Hat tip

I must look

a mess to them...

 

My hair's in a quandary

 

I haven't put lipstick on

 

nor put on the teapot.

 

But they're waiting

to greet me

 

this snow stricken

morning, when

 

I toss out the birdseed.

***

And with barely a thank you

a wink or tip of the hat

 

they fly, they just fly........

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