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December 8, 2013
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Chattering leaves
and singing birds
and laughing people,
sitting on the bus.
Waking sunrise
and winter colours
and howling winds,
biting at my ears.
Gossiping students
and preaching books
and screeching brakes,
yelling at the lights.
Humming machines
and whistling kettles
and screaming trains,
always rushing by.
Clamoring bells
and sighing rain
and stamping feet,
clomping at the earth.

In the face of all this,

I have so little to say.

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