No One Told Me What To Do
No One Told Me what To DO
So I just go on
Following You
But my own words I make into prose
and still make mistakes from my toes
AS I never said I was a poet
And If I was I would not know it
I think I listen to just two or three on here
That's the same number as my ears (just two will do.. As have checked my ears)
So although I write
I do take fright
As It's you that I really want to hear
Not the ear wax in my ear
That blocks out all the sounds
which could be quite profound
Deaf as a post me
Not just quite yet..
but what a reality..
The sound of my own silence
lingering around
DAMO
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