where is that sound
the one that makes me smile
the one that drives me wild
a chant a rant a ratatatat of grins and giggles
to my ear your voice is candy sprinkles
I try to contain it
but it ends up spilled
I have to demand
for my cup to be filled
with musings and news
of dead things in this world
with jokes and snorts
of critters and dorks
no squeak is too high
no shout too loud
they all make me sigh
where is that sound
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