A throaty bird showed off his skill:
He sang his song – it was a trill.
His warble was a little gem;
Too bad that it was 4 AM!
He sang his song – it was a trill.
His warble was a little gem;
Too bad that it was 4 AM!
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- ilene bauer
- Poet, writer, rhyming blogger/ City walker, former jogger/ Docent, quilter, bracelet beader/ Puzzle doer, avid reader/ Teacher, now retiree/ Wife, mom, friend, sib, niece - that's me!
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