2001-11-21

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  I learned a new song today. Comes with dance as well. It goes like this:

All the little chicks say
Cheep, cheep, cheep.
We are very hungry
and too cold too sleep.

The mother spread her wings
and feed them lots of grain.
So until tomorrow
they're warm and safe again.

The song reminds me of the homeless somehow. A very sad song, indeed. Of course, the economy is slowing down quite a bit with all the going-ons. So many people are living day-to-day.