Hark Hark the Lark

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Do Gulls dream of being Larks?
It was about 30 degrees with a nice, stiff north wind bipping in about 35 mph and gusting.

I stopped to tell these Lark wannabees that it did no good to stand in cold water but all, save one, looked at me bewildered.

Just one lark among the lot of 'em.