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Rustle-rustle

2 Feb

Head down and throbbing, I walked briskly along a quiet path
A long day behind me, thoughts full of woulda-coulda-shoulda
From behind and just above me, I heard a rustle-rustle-rustle
Turning, quickly, I saw him.
Dressed to impress and as he hid, he chirruped a quiet song.
And, just like that, my headache was gone.

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