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There was a bird outside.
I wouldn't have noticed,
but I heard his song,
and I thought I'd bring it back to you.




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The following comments are for "The Winter of '84"
by johnlibertus

the bird

I can see why you mistook this - our cats used to bring us presents, occasionally -

I wrote this in the middle of the winter of '84-'85. When I was walking to the hospital in a cold morning, I heard a bird sing; it struck me, this cheering sound, in the middle of the winter. When I got to Angelina's room, I leaned over her bed and spoke these words to her.

( Posted by: johnlibertus [Member] On: August 14, 2005 )

What a song
I can only imagine what the bird must have sounded like to you and to her. It is amazing the things that we take for granted sometimes.I am so happy you not only heard but listened.

Nae ;0)

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: August 15, 2005 )





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