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Aug 2014
fledglings chirrup and gape
(I cannot feed the World
just about feed myself)
and the garden birds
(who are not garden birds)
just happen upon the feeders
This is going nowhere
and everywhere at once
its time someone invented
the perfect electronic Bird Feeder
Written by
nivek
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