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(sorry folks--The Spanish is not exactly correct because PS doesn't allow use of special characters--Sigh)
poem submitted to "1467" poetry contest, Brian Strands, sponsor, April 26, 2027
Gus the parrot blasted into the treetops like a feathered firecracker with zero impulse control, one eyebrow-feather lifted with a you-have-got-to-be-kidding attitude. He clicked his beak in judgment, ruffled plumage with a flair, then leaned in like a critic who’s unimpressed with the air. A twig snapped. “!Dios mio… SAY WHAT?!” A cloud moved. “!Dios mio… SAY WHAT?!” His eyes bulged, his crest shot up, his whole body vibrating like a tiny, outraged disco ball. No one knew what he was reacting to. Possibly nothing. Possibly everything. But there he was~ a neon blur of disbelief shouting “!Dios mio… SAY WHAT?!” at the entire universe.
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