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Whistle

I learned to whistle when I was very young It was difficult integrating my lips and tongue I never became good at making the smooth sounds But I cannot forget the sheer thrill and joy I had found It's a beautiful way to communicate in another language Not the best whistling sound but I felt rather accomplished It is an art form that can be utilized for so many reasons It's a music form to be exercised at any time or season Whistle while you walk Whistle before you talk Whistle while you work Whistle while you hurt Whistle when you are happy Whistle also when snappy Whistle when you have no say Whistle all through the day, When there's plenty of light Whistle in the middle of the night, When everything is really really dark Whistle when the sun is high and bright Whistle when life has you really low and tight Whistle when you have bread but there's no gravy Whistle when the heart is cloudy, grey, and heavy Whistle when you cry to help dry away the tears Whistle to keep you brave as you cast away your fears 071820PS

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