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Birds Nests
he summer nests uncovered by autumn wind,
Some torn, others dislodged, all dark,
Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,
Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark
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The Bird's Are Singing To
The Bird's Are Singing To Me
I'm resting here all day
Smiling away
Watching the birds
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