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Friday, February 4, 2011

Childhood


Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,



Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.



Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,



Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

-Forgotten Language, Shel Silverstein

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