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HEARING THINGS

Long ago, when I was young, Before my hearing began to fail, Why, I could hear a boll weevil Tiptoe across a cotton bale. But many years have come and gone; The ghetto blaster took its toll. Now I couldn't hear an elephant Dance in clogs with wooden soles.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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