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2/2/2019 2:35:46 PM
Please critique. Written for my deaf daughter. Rough draft
Title : My ears don't work
My ears don't work,
I can't hear a thing.
Not a whistle or a bang, or a telephone ring.
My ears don't work!

My ears don't work,
I can't hear a peep.
Not a cat, or a dog or a car horn beep.
My ears don't work!

My ears don't work,
I can't hear a word.
Not Mummy and daddy tell me my worth.
My ears don't work!

My ears don't work,
But that's ok.
I can still communicate but in a different way.
My eyes are my ears, my hand is my mouth.
We'll soon work together and figure it out.
My ears don't work!

My ears didn't work,
But now I can hear.
I have a device called a cochlear.
It lets me hear things I've not heard before.
I will be eternally grateful forevermore.
My ears do work!

My ears do work,
I can hear everything.
The whistle, the bang and the telephone ring.
My ears do work!

My ears do work,
I can hear a peep.
Cats meow, dogs bark and the loud car horn beep.
My ears do work!

My ears do work,
I can hear every word.
My Mummy and Daddy praise my worth.
My ears do work!

My ears do work,
It's amazing to hear.
And it's all thanks to my cochlear.
My ears do work!
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