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sound


Sound

Hit the ground

It hurts

It's too loud

To bad

So sad

You’ll go deaf

You’ll need a chef

A translator

A sator

Eaten by a gator

Saying nonsense

Ever since

Listening to loud music

Leaving your ears sick

Hard to get a chick

Lick lick lick

Eating a popsicle

icicle

Shoveling

Needing a new language

A new age

Has begun

Music hurts

Spirts

And burns

Spurs

And purrs

Ringing

And singing

Your hearings dead

Nothing ever said

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