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A lone red-breasted bird in my yard uses his beak like tiny tongs to pick up wet, rotting maple leaves. The leaves stick together, but he manages to flip over these soggy pancakes, and delve into the underneath. He must be looking for something–bugs, maybe–because he’s very diligent and focused. He doesn’t notice me watching from the window of my office. Of course. Why would a bird notice me?

Today I awoke hating myself. The sky is gray, but the drizzle’s not mean-spirited, more half-hearted really, so there’s no good reason for me to feel depressed. I even worked out, ate salmon, and spent time with two lovely ladies. I have no right to be down, but sometimes sadness is inexplicable.

I want an explanation. I want something I can put my back into. If I knew The Why, I’d attend to it, with purpose, like that bird. He knows…

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Please send me, as a comment to this page, any old material you have for inclusion in The Daily Joke Alert - to help enable us all to have our fancy tickled regularly! Never mind the state it's in as I tidy everything up prior to publication. Don't let good material go to waste - and so much does. In the interests of the environment we should always try to re-cycle everything, especially jokes. You know that makes sense! You may find some historical stuff here, but this does not really matter as humor is fairly timeless.

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