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Jailbirds (Alcatraz)
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Don't believe everything you think*
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The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill
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Always something there to remind me
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Apocalypse: now
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Plots and graphs
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Oh sweet bird of youth
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Duck ducking
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We are, all of us, wandering around lost; alone in a crowd; unable to truly see one another.
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The omnivore's dilemma
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Daunting, no doubt
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Circling the drain
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They are not the scourge we take them for
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24th & Mission
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Morning dew
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Floaters
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Chickenmcnuggets
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Tweetybird
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Flock of Icarus II
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Life breaks everyone, and those who survive are strong in the broken places. ~Ernest Hemingway
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Injured bird
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I am waiting for the sky to deliver
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The raven and the readers
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Paper cranes
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Birds on wires. Like musical notation.
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Fountain of youth
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One of these things is not like the other.
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Bird party
