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Over by the old church spire sits a very noisy woodpecker fluffing his plumage for all to admire this little chap is a wrecker. The dark mysterious crow knows the woodpecker drills holes but he is more interested in the meadow and the land around which he controls. The magpie however is a smart guy sitting in his black and white uniform he only needs a lens over just one eye surveying his prey from his platform. The little finch meanwhile knows every little square inch down to the smallest pile of what he can pinch. The pigeon, thick as two short planks standing in the purple of the shadow he knows the sort of pranks they get up to in the willow.
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
Pranks in the Willow
Over by the old church spire sits a very noisy woodpecker fluffing his plumage for all to admire this little chap is a wrecker. The dark mysterious crow knows the woodpecker drills holes but he is more interested in the meadow and the land around which he controls. The magpie however is a smart guy sitting in his black and white uniform he only needs a lens over just one eye surveying his prey from his platform. The little finch meanwhile knows every little square inch down to the smallest pile of what he can pinch. The pigeon, thick as two short planks standing in the purple of the shadow he knows the sort of pranks they get up to in the willow.
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
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