IT'S TOO HOT IN THE HOUSE I'll sweat in the shade outside instead from the hanging rope chair my friends gave me I see two young male cardinals fly up breast to breast yelling at each other other birds visit the raspberry patch and eat them before they're ripe enough for me the world starts with very little becomes full and then steals from itself if I need to I'll hang upside down while I eat or summer in the air
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