Of all the songbirds that could perch on my windowsill to sing at dawn each day, I got stuck with a pesky little tone-deaf one who belches out his morning greeting. And so if Sleeping Beauty's melodious musings are true--
"I wonder..
I wonder if each little bird has a someone
to sing to,
sweet things to,
a gay little love melody.."
--I got screwed.
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