As I was lying in bed reading the newspaper I could hear what sounded like a symphony being played in my backyard. I got up to see if I could find out who were the culprits that were playing that artistic magic I was hearing. Looking out my sliding door I could see who the culprits were that were playing the strings and horns. On my pomegranate tree, they were. The birds. They were singing and playing their beautiful music on this beautiful spring morning. Have a great day, my friends!
Sunday, March 25, 2018
A Symphony in My Backyard
By kiki
As I was lying in bed reading the newspaper I could hear what sounded like a symphony being played in my backyard. I got up to see if I could find out who were the culprits that were playing that artistic magic I was hearing. Looking out my sliding door I could see who the culprits were that were playing the strings and horns. On my pomegranate tree, they were. The birds. They were singing and playing their beautiful music on this beautiful spring morning. Have a great day, my friends!
As I was lying in bed reading the newspaper I could hear what sounded like a symphony being played in my backyard. I got up to see if I could find out who were the culprits that were playing that artistic magic I was hearing. Looking out my sliding door I could see who the culprits were that were playing the strings and horns. On my pomegranate tree, they were. The birds. They were singing and playing their beautiful music on this beautiful spring morning. Have a great day, my friends!
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