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To purge the urge to write in the middle of the night,

I awaken as inspiration has just taken a hike and the


 sky is filled with chanting birds circling in rowdy

herds across a cloudless sky.  Like elevators on a tear


they dip and dive and drive sleep into the next county

where they settle down in that little grove outside of town.

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