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Sometimes I sit in silent glee
Listening to sounds explode round me
Sounds intensified a million times
Like crashing waves of a turbulent sea
The shrill sirens of police cars
Loud wailing sounds of kids afar
The blast of loud sharp tooting horns
Slams of neighbour's doors left ajar
The tweeting chirps of little birds
Gentle tattoos of falling rain
Crashing cymbals of thunder storms
Haunting whistle of a passing train
Lawn mower's loud annoying noise
The phone's tingle from a calling friend
I sit quite still to soak them in
For I dread the silent grave in which I'll end
copyright©2007Irene
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