chirping

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It's late in the night i hear the crickets chirping to the sound of their own little songs, in the open field with a bunch of chirping crickets is where my heart belongs.
Spring is a cheerful And warm time  Flowers are blooming Birds are singing And having babies The cold climate is going, And spring is near              
There is a faint chirping in the yard a chill in the air the crickets are serenading along with my tick-tacking fingers and the hair on my arms is standing up.
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