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“The birds, the birds!” they cry
and I hear the sound of jangling guitars,
angelic harmonies, eight miles high
and hey, Mr Tambourine or Spaceman
pounding in an open field and
Roger McGuinn the sole survivor.
Oops, my mistake,
I thought you said the Byrds.
Line Count: 8
For Express It In Eight, February 04 2021
Prompt: The Birds.