Pavarotti stopped singing tonight. But I heard chirping from almost every branch on every tree. At least that’s how it felt to me.
Wait till he sees what’s coming. That will definately silence him. Well at least until next Spring.
The Journey Begins
Pavarotti stopped singing tonight. But I heard chirping from almost every branch on every tree. At least that’s how it felt to me.
Wait till he sees what’s coming. That will definately silence him. Well at least until next Spring.
Perhaps he has become alto on the neighbouring vantage point.
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Don’t tell me he has flitted? So to speak.
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