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| There is the world's most cheeful little bird, just singing its little avian heart out in the bright fall sunshine outside my window. | |
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| I can see it, its little head lifted to drink in the sun and let its paean to the beauty of the world pour out. | |
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| I wish I had a slingshot. | |
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