In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
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When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. very fine poem. i smiled. we sit and breath at the end........... sooo nice.... words, its use, love and the need to listen to and to love in words........ so many points you have put forward in this lovely poem. love it dear poet. tony
Beautiful, beauutiful, beautiful, ................................beautiful 167 times!