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Birds Fitness

My wife thinks the birds need to balance their diet, so when she puts food out, she mixes it well, She puts apples and orange peel, nuts and raisins with fat balls and breadcrumbs to clean their blood cells. But the birds don't play ball, leaving what they don't like, no apples or oranges or raisins they take, That doesn't deter her, leaving things like fruitcake, hoping one day they'll take it, for their health's sake. I say, take it further, try to spice up their life, try salads and tuna, maybe curry and rice, give them roast beef and yorkshire,apple pie, double cream, or a bottle of wine with strawberry supreme. She laughs as she says, you can joke all you like, but those birds will be fit and well, not pale and ghostlike, I grin at her humour, her ways so dreamlike, and think next thing she'll do, is get them an exercise bike.

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