dressed all in black and grey
put every sound into a bag
and carried them away
The beeping of the phone
the rustling of the trees
the tapping of rulers
the buzzing of the bees
The ringing to the school bell
the laughter of the kids
when cooks are closing saucepans
the clanging of the lids
The hiring of the cooling fan
the teacher calm firm chooses
the singing of all pupils
with their sweet melodic voices
The clicking of the keyboards
in every office and room
when mr cannon cleans the hall
The sweeping of broom
the chapter of the chideren
the humming of the lights
the flushing of the toilet
the crunching apple bites
a stranger called this morning
He didn't leave his name
left wu only silent
left will never be the same.
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