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All the pretty birds perched on leafy branches chirp to the waking morning, “I am here. Where are you? I am here. Where are you? I am here. Where are you? I am here. Where are you?” And the puppy dogs all starve for something While the cats of fortune laze about the alleyways. But the pretty birds all the morning long, “I am here. Where are you?” The tardy businessmen and their non-fat lattes squirm in BMWs, Honking at traffic with the most colorful swears, “I am here! I am here! I am here! I am mad! I am here!” High-octane housewives power walk the parks, Gabbing. And the old folks tossing breadcrumbs to the ducks, Mumble to long gone loved ones, “Where are you? Where are you? Where am I? Where are you?” But those ****** birds- Those pretty, ****** little birds- They have it figured out. They know the secrets to Happiness: ‘I am here. Where are you?’
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Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 4:27 AM UTC
The Chirping at 6AM
All the pretty birds perched on leafy branches chirp to the waking morning, “I am here. Where are you? I am here. Where are you? I am here. Where are you? I am here. Where are you?” And the puppy dogs all starve for something While the cats of fortune laze about the alleyways. But the pretty birds all the morning long, “I am here. Where are you?” The tardy businessmen and their non-fat lattes squirm in BMWs, Honking at traffic with the most colorful swears, “I am here! I am here! I am here! I am mad! I am here!” High-octane housewives power walk the parks, Gabbing. And the old folks tossing breadcrumbs to the ducks, Mumble to long gone loved ones, “Where are you? Where are you? Where am I? Where are you?” But those ****** birds- Those pretty, ****** little birds- They have it figured out. They know the secrets to Happiness: ‘I am here. Where are you?’
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Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 4:27 AM UTC
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