Listening

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Listen to me when I speak...

There's a pond, a tree and the bullrush.
In the wind...
They rustle and rattle, it ripples, they reach.

Listen to me when I speak.

Did
You
Hear
Me?

Or did you hear "what's hidden beneath?"

There's a pond, a tree and the bullrush.
In the sun...
They pop and float, it glitters, they reach.

Listen to me when I speak.

Did
You
Hear
Me?

Or still you imagine what lies beneath?

There's a pond, a tree and the bullrush.
In the rain...
They bow and stand, it dances, they reach.

Listen to me when I speak.

Did
You
Hear
Me?

I'll say it again and surely you'll see...

There's a pond, a tree and the bullrush -
Aren't they nice?
But it's lunch and I've got to get something to eat.

posted by Headless-in-GR @ 11/23/2005 03:08:00 PM

 

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# by:  Steve : 3:50 PM

 

Nice.

# by:  spookyrach : 5:39 PM

 

I heard you.

# by:  Captainwow : 8:53 PM

 

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