Read, bird houses(?) and the head hopped on a railway track.
Careless.
Your, place sounds a bit like Alice's place, wow, indigo bunting and red-wing blackbirds, purple martins, nearby.
A dear friend of mine is, out by Kyogle, up by the Queensland, border. The communal, type property is called "Black Horse Creek" Houses aren't bought to make money. Funny, at the time, the worst movie I had ever seen, "Black horse Canyon", Portland, Oregon, about, off the top, '57. Ummm, might appreciate the wild horse chases, more now. Stallions running free; ocean, wavy, rolling hills.
Damn, they must have a website? Never visited it, that's weird. I'll include it, I can find it.
Cleaned her damn, a couple of times. What do you call it, in the wrist ... flared up like hess. Burned, like glowing embers. Tendon across the wrist thickens and hinders the electron flow. Can't recall, the name.
Top shovel, I trust?
Sorry about, Scat. Elsa, quiet, on the bed, cleaning, herself. Still, haven't fed her. She's failing the weight test. Almost weakened, earlier. Give her a smudge, soon.
Get a few chirps, the neighbors have more. Pond, goldfish, lilies. 3rd off the railway. Ah, a train just went by, toward Coogee.
"Quiet, now, but, "let it be said that ole black cat is dead."
Blackbird singing in the dead of night take these broken wings and learn to fly" ... warm.
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