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birds

birds

What to do with those birds eating all my sweet cherries?

Singing their loud annoying summer melodies in the wind

They come with numbers just when I see the sign of ripening

 Tasty low hanging fruit not ever given the chance to turn red

Falling on the ground to rot and waste away because of birds      

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piusha singh

Hi Curtis could feel the acrid in lines.Excellent verses..I love birds but sometimes you are right...

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