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The Sonoran desert. Bleak and barren. How could you house So many musical creatures? None of them sleep in For the Friday night. Grouchy from hangovers. Plain brown birds Like dowdy housewives Chuckle, titter and Whisper in the trees. They gossip about us I think. SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis (C) September 20, 2014
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
Sounds of the Morning
The Sonoran desert. Bleak and barren. How could you house So many musical creatures? None of them sleep in For the Friday night. Grouchy from hangovers. Plain brown birds Like dowdy housewives Chuckle, titter and Whisper in the trees. They gossip about us I think. SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis (C) September 20, 2014
Good morning!
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
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