The grackles songs are different, now. They speak of spring, of hope that is a new year...a nest, that is a happy thing, a bursting thing of good...no more Mr. Gloom, snot frozen on his nose. They are happy birds, with plans. They always sing so sweet...but now, sweeter than they ever did, before!
Smiles...
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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