Even though my senses were dulled by the fog of flu and the overall
miserableness of the weather Friday afternoon, they couldn't miss the song
sparrow's voice. He was perched on a rose branch in my S. Strafford
frontyard, his song penetrating the snow and sleet and slop.
Marty Frank
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