Shaken, Not Stirred

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JUNE 30, 2012 12:57PM

My Final Tweet: Open Call

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My final tweet will be in response to the call of a bird perched outside the window of the room where I lie on my death bed. 

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Now that's a proper before death tweet. Very clever.
Excellent... Don't tweet... never have... never will
Oh, you are one of those guys, hm?
Not only a grumpy old Luddite, but one of them old boys
who thinks he can talk to the birds, hm? Just like Dad...
tweet tweet, him and the birds would talk more
than he & i ever did...damn birds...
Let's hope it's Rock'in Robin doing the tweeting!
R
...as long as it's not a mockingbird!

Lezlie
When it's my time, I hope it's not Poe's bird: Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Talk about a spooky tweet . . .
May it be the bluebird of happiness. R
i was going to say nevermore.. but I see Elizabeth said it already..
HUGGGGGG
Cuckoo birds..... every one'a ya!

A well, all yer racket makes it that much easier to find you at lunch time! It's amazing how quickly that sound becomes grawwwk! when I sink my sharp, pointed little cat teeth into one'a them l'il suckers' neck....

Nummy!

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Any time the word tweet appears in a sentence and there's no bird, I roll my eyes.
The only birds I can talk to are male cardinals. It's fun to mess with them.
Logical.

Male cardinals? That's a very short call. "Chip" and the vowel is very short
Trying to rate. Site not cooperating. Not great connection here.
Punny - but also very poetic and profound. Brilliant.