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www.phoeniciapublishing.com
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| | | | | poems by Dave Bonta | |
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morningporch.com
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| | | | | Humid. An indigo bunting flits from bush to bush in the yard-all likely nest spots. The mechanical-sounding call of a black-billed cuckoo. | |
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morningporch.com
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| | | | | A snow flurry turns into a squall, and all the birds fall silent-even the Cooper's hawk. The ground is white in minutes: an onion snow. | |
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77wolfhowls.wordpress.com
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| | | Metal Detectors In Movie Theaters. | ||
