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    I wrote this one morning while sitting on the outside stairs of my apt. building and having my coffee.

    Listen...

    Listen...
    The sound of someone sweeping a walk;
    Of birds, crickets and locust each singing it's own song.
    The sound of traffic on a distant road,
    And of children playing at games long forgotten by mothers and fathers.

    Listen...
    The sound of a jet in a lonely sky
    Growling loudly at those who stand in wander.
    The tinkling chain of a dog that lays
    bathing itself beneath a soundless sun,
    And of the gentle breeze whispering out to us
    of it's own existence.

    Listen...
    The sound of a mower on a suburban lawn.
    The squeaky wheel of a bicycle being ridden away
    To an unknown destination.
    The sound of a water hose bringing welcomed
    Relief to splashing feet.

    A baby crying,
    A church bell ringing,
    A bird taking wing.

    Shh..Listen.

    Written by

    Gary Duckett
     
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    You should put it to music, form a band, and call yourselves Gary Duckett and the Union Gap.

    Nice verse there. :thup:

    (must have been a big cup of coffee)
     
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    Thank you.

    That morning I was battling a slight hangover from the night before. If not for the coffee the sounds mentioned in the poem would have been, "The sound of hammers banging against a paper skull" etc...

    LOL!

    Thanks again
     
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    Got another idea for your Union Gappers...

    Let me tell you how it will be;
    There's one for you, nineteen for me.
    'Cause I’m the stashman,
    Yeah, I’m the stashman.
     

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