Good Morning, it is morning, huh . . .Today the whole neighborhood is awake and stirring. Outside the chickens have taken over my mind: As I lay in bed asking myself where we’ve been, they answer in unison “Punto Taytay”; when I query what’s today, all together now they respond “Happy Birthday” (of course referring to today being Uncle Larry’s big day); and when my mind inquires where are we going, the Chicken Choral chants “Dumaguete”
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