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Jun 2014
I hear a sweet little red robin,
And she sings a happy tune.

I see a strong proud hoot owl,
And she flies high in the glow of the moon.

I see a nesting white snow dove,
And she is priming her soft feathery breast.

I see the old grey alley cat,
And she's put them all to rest.
Theresa M Rose
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Theresa M Rose  QUEENS
(QUEENS)   
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   --- and Ben Ditmars
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