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  • If I want to wear my bird headdress first thing in the morning, who is to say I cannot?

    If I want to carry a rose and go in-the-pink, I am Writer, why not?

    If I want to wear a beak, in the pink and look like a goddess, please permit me to take my own freedom for granted.

    If I have wings to fly, watch out, I might use them.

    And work, a righteous angel freak, like the devil, to get the words right.

    (Photo by Susan of her bird woman from Oaxaca, Mexico)
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