
A bird moved in on our balcony. He lives in a hole, and we think there are baby birds in there, since if you are quiet you can hear "fee! fee! peep!"
Now all we don't have is amphibians. (ex. axolotl)
There will be time, there will be time | |
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; | |
There will be time to murder and create, | |
And time for all the works and days of hands | |
That lift and drop a question on your plate; | 30 |
Time for you and time for me, | |
And time yet for a hundred indecisions, | |
And for a hundred visions and revisions, | |
Before the taking of a toast and tea. |
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