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we were callin'em birds cuckoos, storks, pigeons, chickens differin as religions with one central theme understood they like bread they would cheep, we were cheap crumbs, no serious funds enough to get their hair did, and nails done young ones afraid to leave the nest they would flock to the parks we would watch from afar door slightly ajar in pursuit of bird brain it was the game, thrill of the bounty in counties preserves photograph them up close, with nary a feather barely seen outside with them in varying weather nothing invested, just wanted their nest egg so I would spin them, evenings spent making small talk about new jordans sheer boredom, if not for the lust thickening ma was like taste this, its finger licken sorry miss I don't eat chicken only vegetables, night was highly regretable fair weather, still on schedule handwriting illegible, chicken scratch mix and match won't work out, ma I got doubts plus don't you have to fly south?
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