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High Noon Noel

Clean the gutters
hang the lights
watch the flutters
in jaybird flights

squirrels and Yule nuts
by the frosty yard
wiggle wee furry butts
in stashing them so hard

and then the little tits
come and go so fast
it's hard to scan the plumage flits...
wherever they've amassed.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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