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A knock came on our door one day.
      Well, just who could it be?
‘I’m stealing sounds,’ the stranger said.
      ‘I need them,’ he told me.

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‘Our world’s too full of noise,’ said he
      And opened up his sack,
And from inside, guess what I heard?
     A moo and then a quack.

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I also heard a croaking frog,
     A squealing pig and more.
Oh, should I let this thief come in?
      I really wasn’t sure . . . for 

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He stole my puppy’s tiny bark,
      He stole my cat’s meow,
And then he stole my poor clock’s chime.
       Our home’s too quiet now.

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Our radio has lost its sound;
     Our television too.
My piano plays no notes at all!
     Whatever can I do?

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I never hear our doorbell ring.
     Have patience, if you call.
My mail now drops quite silently
     To land inside my hall.

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The telephone?  Oh don’t ring me!
     Its bell is silent too,
But the good thing is I still can write
     Some silly poems for you.

Copyright on all my poems

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