I hear their cooing
And an older one whispers something seriously;
'This poor Bookworm reads all the day
And I realized that he is in insufficient funds.
If I could help him definitely I'll try to dropp him a golden nugget.'
Afterward I checked their dropping eagerly but nothing found.
Still it's a dilemma what I heard whether in a dream or reality?
There is only a fine line between dreams and reality. This is a poignant reminder, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
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This is terribly sweet, Nimal. Your pigeons' whisperings and your lean bank balance. Bitter/sweet perhaps? Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥