Friday Poem
© 9 Sep 2011 Luther Tychonievich
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Friday Poem

A little mumble about listening.


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There are a lot of things I hear,
  But very few I listen too.
Vibrations always reach my ear,
  But listening is hard to do.

When she says “‍hi‍” (as oft she does)
  The words are fine, but what’s she mean?
Sometimes she says it just because
  She happens my face to have seen;
Yet other times I find the cause
  Is to convey she is not mean.

It’s no surprise when others hear
  The words my mouth will gaily bray;
But nothing tends to so endear
  As listening to all I say.

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