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All That Noise
Geese flap their screeching wings
What's with all the mindless chatter,
It's rest time on a lazed Sunday
Am I not supposed to feel mellow?
The noise gets louder, what is it they want?
Now, I'm getting annoyed by bird stunts!
This ploy for attention tweaks me,
And my coffee, soiled like feather dust!
Contest, I Am So Annoyed
Aug 8, 2015