Sunday, June 15, 2008

On Hearing A Grey Shrike Thrush At Twilight Comments

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In the gloam of the evening as darkness cloaks the sky
I hear him softly whistling on a gum tree nearby
He is the famed grey shrike thrush he has a lovely song
Once heard you cannot mistake him you can never get him wrong
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Francis Duggan
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