Every grackle sounds like a rusty gate.
More; they all sound like the same one.
This has been going on for some time;
The gate which taught grackles its noise
Must be gone by now. No maintenance
Could have long extended the life of a thing
So gularous. Perhaps, strolling free of Paradise,
Eve called back to the angel whose flaming sword
Turned every which way "Aroush! That gate
Will send you mad if you don't give it some oil!"
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