I Count - Poem by Debora Soramaki
I count the tiles on the floor,
I count them till there are no more.
I count the bricks upon the wall,
I count the pictures down the hall.
I count the books upon the shelf,
I count them quiet, to myself.
I count the cars parked on the road,
I count the trucks with half a load.
I count the birds up in the tree,
I count whatever I can see.,
So, is there something wrong with me?
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