The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Birdsong

Those chirpy cheeps, so bright and clear,
Which greet the morning and the night:-
The mating call: fuck me, my dear;
The warning call: fuck off or fight.

Caprimulgus Gleet

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