duck tales

sometimes when it rains the commons get full of huge puddles that the ducks take to. i saw a two couples of ducks in one big puddle. apparantly, one of the males didn't like the other couple because he would squash his body up and turn into a duckie power steam engine and would charge at the other ducks, except his girl duck. every time they stepped one webbed toe inside the puddle, he was after them. nature works in wonderful ways. i wonder why he didn't like them? i wish i could ask animals questions. would i still be nice to "jerky" animals? hmmm...

i also saw two swans. they might be elegant but mallards will always be my favorite, well next to the white ducks. those white ducks are friendly.
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note: i'd like a clean slate. i made some bad choices and the more i think of them during dinner the longer my life seems to be. i can't help but wonder what i did wrong. not wrong but i made some turns and i wonder about them now. i'm sure. i'm sure i'm a better person now. i'm still lonely. i just want to start over again. all over. 
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