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I don't seem to have access to all the pretty poems so many of you put into your blogs, so I decided to write my own. I'm not a poet, but I can rhyme words with the best of them. So here goes:

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My Birds

As I sprinkle the seed upon the ground,

I see no birds, and hear not a sound.

As I walk to the house, and go inside,

My whole yard seems to come alive.

There's Cardinals, and Bluejays, and squirrels galore,

all happy and excited to be eating once more.

They put on a show, just for me.

I smile at myself, at the antics I see.

If they could say thank you, I know they would,

and for what it costs, they really should.

I try not to let my husband know,

how much I spend for this little show.

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