Trouble in River City
Such is nature's way.
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)
2 Comments:
It's always nice to try! Poor little thing. Those little hummingpigs sure can be mean to each other!
1:39 PM
Aww... Poor hummingbird. :(
7:17 PM
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