Here’s a silly little poem inspired by my current lack of vocal capacity, brought on by either allergies, a cold, exposure to construction dust, or some infernal combination of them all.
The Japanese garden at CWU, a nice place to be quiet.
On Having No Voice
How many times do we say
We don’t know what to say
The words simply don’t appear
How many times do we say
We wish we could say
Something that would make it all better
How many times do we say
I’m just babbling here
I’m searching for words that mean something
How many times do we say
I love you
I love you
I love you
How many times do we say
We don’t know what to say
When all we need to say is
I love you
This is wonderful. Hope you feel better.
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Well, it’s not silly and it only has one typo. Please tell me you still love me. 😉
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