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Wrong Hands 
Birds of literature flock together.
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Made me chuckle–audibly!
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You have a weird and wonderful brain, John. 🙂
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That’s one way of putting it. 🤣
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Pure Poetry!!!
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Goosey goosey gander where shall you wander
In a forest, dark and deep, also with:
Longfellow’s Owl
Tennyson’s Eagle
Stevens’s Blackbird
Dickinson’s worm eating bird
Frost’s Oven bird
Shelley’s Skylark
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Nicely done!
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Nevermore!!!
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That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
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Mockingbird, yeah! 🎵
“Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” 📖
Got a song, a book, got a shout out in Wrong Hands!!! 👍
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Hisssssss!
Roman’s used flocks of geese as early warning systems. ⚠️
Mother knows best.
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I crowed! I cackled! I sang with delight!
Nursery rhymes awaken my long term memories and put me into the Land of Nod.
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