| Writings of Kablija 3 |
| Screetching and Squawking yet such small creatures Your so called feathered friends are really your foes When in the summer you want to sleep in The noise from these birds will make your head spin They can't seem to stop like the never-ending wind I yell out the window, "let your life end!" Some birds are pleasant, maybe to you the ones by my house will make you cuckoo |
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| An 8th grade writing assignment. I hate birds that wake me up. They are so annoying. |