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by beautiful strangness Aug 13, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Outside, the leaves rustle & the wind whispers sweet nothings. Fluffy clouds cover the bluest skies. While bird sing the softest melodies. Inside, pens scratch paper While minds tick away like clocks Out of speakers music blares, just below the hum of voices without a care. ( For Ms. Nixon)