Another night's come upon us
And then that night turns to morning
Sound doesn't stay still.
It's always playing about my ears
...this side and then that side...
Always teasing, never ceasing,
Seizing upon silence, an audio appliance
In full effect with the mute-switch misplaced.
I hope it turns up before it's erased.
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Nice poem! I enjoyed reading it.
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