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the april sun has melted the snows. mostly.
the sparrows run round with huge fluffy visages of feathers and bits of string if they can get any.
the starlings wreak havoc on lawns, and mayhem in the branches of the trees they consider their home now.
the crows have finished building the nests, and now indulge in acceptable synchronous trick flying wing to wing.
the ravens sing songs of endearment over any reachable forest. their possible wives probably listen.
the crocodiles of my imagination immerse themselves in huge fantasy rivers. only the ever-watchful eyes are left out.
the he-birches get ready to court the she-birches with pollen.
the hazels have already done that.
the herring gulls, and the common gulls, and the gulls that are just one sort of gull or another, laugh, deride and lament the morning sun and the evening dusk.
the students write tests.
i contemplate photography but don’t seem to be able to get up relevantly early.
the sky is still on the bluer side.