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For the Birds

The new feeder does not work, I thought maybe it was the wrong color. This morning its ornate wood frame just looks alien and threatening. The roof; shaped like a Black Forrest cuckoo clock now resembles Dracula’s castle. The birds will not come to it. They ignore it, perhaps fear it. I like it. The birds can eat and crap somewhere else.

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Date: 7/25/2020 3:24:00 PM
LOL! ~x
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Eric Ashford
Date: 7/25/2020 4:01:00 PM
It's a giggle of a poem, glad you liked it. e
Date: 7/25/2020 11:50:00 AM
ha! this made me laugh, eric...
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Eric Ashford
Date: 7/25/2020 12:36:00 PM
Hi ilene, glad it made you smile. Have a great day. e

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