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April - 2005.
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Blackbird singing at Dawn - a video clip.
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In April, I awake each morning at dawn to the sound of the blackbird
singing.
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At times I think how desolate the place must be in the poem "La Belle
Dame Sans Merci" by John Keats, I quote the first verse:
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O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
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A state of mind which instantly reminds me of a discovery
I made about my sisters cake...see link below
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Link to My Sisters Cake
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