A poem about my hearing aid, and how it's boss to have one :p
Outside was a beautiful afternoon,
just a few chirps and a coo.
along with frequent cars with purring engines
and just a cool breeze to wave the trees.
I was relaxed.
A big shout, anger, disgust,
a brawl, some short stabs, and a grunt
thrust and tore my fabric of serenity
a broken delicacy can't
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