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A single bird whistles in vain
that's all it does
everyday, one song,
with variations off course,
but the same old theme

Open windows, perhaps cracked
give way to the flow
of sound, sneaking in

three chairs, table and a clock
more is comfort
blocking away the sound
cutting of the ear

nothing boring, we have
heard it all before
same plot, scheme and riddle,
but the variation...
listen, adore,

this dusty chair,
do we need more?