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A Song for My Parrot

My parrot has a particular favor to my speaking vocabulary in own pronunciation.
She loved first -indle sound.


Then when I utter that sound in my talk, she reacts my saying.
Spindle, swindle, brindle, dwindle.


She’s genius copycat, but she doesn’t create any words by herself.


Afterward, she started to react either similar another pronunciating words.
Twinkle, sprinkle, crinkle.
But she does never react any other pronunciating words so completely, perhaps these are never so impressive to her.
She’s a kind of unbalanced diet doer.


But her character is never her own it, so many ladies, girls are the same, especially for any men.


Song is diverse, happy one, sad one, prowes one.
But to any type of it, anyone must have a particular favor or taste to words’ pronunciation.


So, someday, I’ll compose a song with only your favor words for you, as if I do so for my lover.
Your name was indle, but nowadays inkle, but if your favor range was expanded, I wouldn’t name you anymore.
Then please keep your favor in your permissive range so obviously, if you were different, you would be another flirtatious, or so kind of unfaithful lover, you know!


(March. 5th. 2019)