A tweet. A twat.
The rhythmic hum of a baseball bat.
Tweetily dee. Toodle dum.
lips pressed too tight for words to come.
I hum. I whistle. I sing.
Lost in the tune I travel nowhere,
i am the note a sharp, to notice.
staying still with waiting work,
I am no dwarf, with no snow white.
only pages blank, begging to for the type
So I whistle. I hum. I sing to,
the rythmic hum of a baseball bat.
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