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My Cockatiel Tell me, if I'm crazy or maybe not; Probably is your decision to make, Sometimes I ask him what I forgot. Talking about my Cockatiel, Jake; I read him a poem the other day. One that I had tediously written. I asked him what he had to say? Wound up quite viciously bitten; Jake's a real good critic though. He's a bird of very few words. Seeds from his cage he throws. Now does all this sound absurd? Sits on his perch contentedly chewin; My wife and I are makin' love. To this he says, " Watchya doin?" Hear us laugh in Heaven above! ![]()
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