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Birds buzzing, bees humming, spiders Creating art. Frog croaks are music. Lily pads in a fish pond - Max, a bath. Little brown baby birds jumped from Branch to branch, eating bugs. Mother sat quietly on her perch. As I watched, I wondered about Boo. Caged wild, free at last, joined A wild flock, and soared ever higher. Max is my dog, Boo Boo was my canary.

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