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After the quiet, gentle rain, in the stark, dark of the morn, The birds: Noisy Miners, Crimson Rosellas, and a Rainbow Lorikeet or two... to name but a few, Now, are trying desperately insane, to out “squawk” each other, survival of the fittest esq; Hitchcock forlorn —
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 9:07 PM UTC
"the birds"
After the quiet, gentle rain, in the stark, dark of the morn, The birds: Noisy Miners, Crimson Rosellas, and a Rainbow Lorikeet or two... to name but a few, Now, are trying desperately insane, to out “squawk” each other, survival of the fittest esq; Hitchcock forlorn —
bekahalle
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40/F/Australia
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 9:07 PM UTC
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