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city, life, noise, poem, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, SirCharlesThePoet, sound, write, writer
Oh, how noise-free
Are the days of annoyance free
My hair no longer itches loudly
Like chewing sugar cane hungrily
The flies no longer have marching bands as they fly up.
Oh! Would you just shut up?!
The car engines no longer have furious discussions
As people in the city find themselves in the same situations
The trumpet is no longer capable of penetrating house walls
Like the screeching of teenagers after seeing sales in malls
The pillows are no longer broken in half like bread
And squeezed on ears like masks around your head
No more aggravating noises and ears claps shut.
Oh bless the day, when noise can just disappear.
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