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Sometimes they sound like little birds,
But I can tell they're only squirrels.
I see their shadows on the sill,
The purple shadows of their tails.
They dance upon my sill,
Reflected from the trees.
In winter when the leaves are gone
I like gay silhouettes like these.
Written by Effie Lee Newsome (1885-1979)
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