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Parenting
I feed my birds on a daily basis, The seed is ten dollars a week. I gladly give to these hardship cases, their colors and gladness I seek. And then, the spring: my heart is broken, as feeders swing silent and full of seed. I should be happy, their colors have spoken, my gifts, they no longer want or need. But then I hear a chirp and a song, and smile inside as I wake, I know it won't take very much long, 'fore the birds sing, for the chick's sake. -------------------------------------------------------------- To my daughter Jacki, who ran away with her boyfriend on her 18th birthday. --------------------------------------------------------------
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