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Oct 2014
the birds are under the eaves
singing reeves
ne'er do they croon
like our Pat Boone

one could join them in a sing song
but not for long
one's singing voice
is far from choice

may the birds keep singing all day
in a happy way
as their trilling
is so thrilling
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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