Did you ever consider how birdsong is actually the equivalent of yobs on a football terrace hollering on and on, except it's all about worms, territory and a multitude of avian pick-up lines? and perhaps thoughts on the hassle of nest-building?
Terrible Ugliness Is Born
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*Yeats* was sometimes wrong. As maybe were The Old Masters. Not sure about
them today.
But Yeats, yes - sometimes a terrible ugliness is born.
The ...
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