What it sounds like outside my bedroom window from sunset to sunrise, without a single break
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
An autobiographical short poem a day (except when I don't).
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