Lying in bed with the window open, I hear some beautiful and enthusiastic birds singing. So after a quick trip to the loo and a check of the email I take my trusty Nokia 6230 and click out a thought or two. (Lyssa just rolls over and asks what I'm doing and she is more sweet than the birds.) Although I get to live in England's 4th largest city {in a country with a population density of more than 600 people per sq mile} it sounds more like a small village. Truly the birds rule the pre-dawn soundscape outside my bedroom window. [unfortunately my computer cooling fan sometimes rules the sounds of my interior, surely they can make them quieter, not to mention the horrible sound using a mobile to key out an email makes]. Ain't no bird gonna sing in my place all my life I'm gonna sing His holy praise, gonna sing his holy praise all my life I'm gonna sing God's holy praise.
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