Hearing noises as they sound,
Which creek and bang and thump;
Bumping, beating, twisting, turnings,
Like things which beat and pump.
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Listening quietly, quite intently,
As things make different sounds;
I think I am only hearing my voice,
Beating and learning things through noise.
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There's people banging sounds ringing,
Sounding, singing, swinging, thumping;
Joy and peace and children enjoying,
Asking please and give me toys.
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The idea is sweet as the wind will beat,
And the photo falls off the wall;
The fridge is cooling, something to eat,
As I hunger to switch them all.
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Hearing noises, the pen on paper,
My hand along the line;
My seat is sitting as I write,
And the chair a squeak so small.
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The cars and winds of reversing gear,
The truck and horn and birds;
The locusts and the cricket,
End this poem of words.
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Signed,
People talking
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