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A Little Concert - No Tickets
I love the quiet of the night
When only little crickets sing
In unison with the gentle breeze
As leaves in trees go clapping
Their way to render praise to these
While flying bats go passing
Flapping wings in harmony
A soothing concert... before morning.
poem
by
Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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