( This dove will have to do.)
"The North wind doth blow
and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then,
poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn
and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing,
poor thing."
Feeling a bit down today; work related, so I won't elaborate. If you know me, you know why; just read the newspapers. The garden comes in, the frost falls, and we settle for the season. I hope we settle...
This too shall pass.
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