my mommy paints this picture of me.
to my humans i as pretty as can be.
my life was so hard before.
so many feathers i plucked away.
and now i am loved.
and squawks with joy
every day.
so humans out there,
please rescues and
adopts animals
who are weathered
like i.
you too will see our beauty...
all you has to do is
try...
ma
gic mikey macnoblebird king of macaws, just beclaws'
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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