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Aug 2023
If you stop and be silent
You will see
(Well, hear, really)
The crickets are playing you a symphony
One of a kind, never before heard
And they’re doing it so gleefully
Tweets and twangs
Tingles and pangs
Pitters and pats
Crickets’ symphonies sound like that
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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