Song 2


  • Life

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    Nobody wants to see, hear, dream, or know

    Song 2

    Five crows sitting on a barb wire fence
    No one wonders at the life they're living
    No one listens to the song they sing
    No one wants to hear

    Five cats sitting on a warm tin roof
    Five cats sitting wirh their tales all twisting
    No one wonders what they're looking at 
    No one wants to dream

    Five flies buzzing round the garbage heap
    Their eyes bulge out so gleefully 
    No one wonders about all they see
    No one wants to know

    Five flies buzzing round the body in the barn
    Looking for lunch so hungrily
    Five happy flies buzz round and round
    But nobody wants to see

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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