Birds sing and flit gracefully.
Time to write haikus.
I have 2 distinct mental images after throwing this together. The first is me strolling around in a "Zip-a-dee-doo-dah"-type montage as birds are singing to and/or with me.
The second is me slaving away to keep up with this demanding haiku schedule ... almost like the "Time to Make the Donuts" guy.
I am a very odd individual.
Until next time,
The Jim
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