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Nothing more beautiful
Than the parks in my town; In the trees and the bushes Sit the birds, blue and brown. Bluebirds basking In bushes and flowers, Begin to seek cover Amid spring and fall showers. A robin’s breast glows Bright red from his feathers While the female, more drab, Raises young while he gathers. Blue and brown birds Flying low to the ground, Then perched atop trees Making that chirping sound. These parks in my town Overflowing with birds, A sight so becoming, Too cherished for words!
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