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Maybe it was you and I that were separated at birth instead of me and Sheryl. I have the same thing. I'm even afraid of birds...any kind...doesn't matter as long as they are foul..have feathers and wings. BUT...I never wanted Ricky to have my fear so we've always had feeders and books so he could see what kind they were.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. ECCLESIASTES 3:1
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