f___ | poem

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the birds sing a harmonic melody
which you are too busy to hear
let alone comprehend
the hymn you'll never know
you'll hear of it
although you'll never hear it
you think you know it
but with eyes closed
and hands over your ears
the only way you could is if you
changed your ways
but that will never
happen
-n.c

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