Hear that lonesome whippoorwill, He sounds too drunk to fly No, wait. That’s too blue to fly, not too drunk. Besides, it was robins, and they weren’t weeping, they were having a really good time. When I was a kid, we had some pyracantha bushes in the back yard. Birds liked the berries, though they […]
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