Call Charleston Heston, I Want To Join the NRA, Now !

By B.K.
Date: 4 April 2001

Call Charleston Heston, I Want To Join the NRA, Now !

Every spring without fail you come back to me. I think you must be an old lover, from a former life, trying to get even, you do at that. Because every morning, at the break of dawn, you rattle my gutters, rattle my metal chimney, rattle my head with that hard, red headed beak of a woodpecker head. Rat, tat, tat, tat, tat, over and over again. I jump right out of my skin, at dawn’s early light, you laugh like hell, that beautiful woodpecker smile,I’d love to shoot right off your red headed, woodpecker face. Good thing I don’t have a gun! bk (only kidding)I love birds!

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