|1||Life Of The Deaf.|
|Life Of The Deaf.|
| Thunder claps, people shout, |
This is what my life is all about,
I grab my things and shut the door,
Away from all the noise, galore.
The scratch of paper, the squeak of feet,
Here comes my sister, merry meet.
We huddle up, we retreat.
The shouts get louder,
I crouch lower,
I pack up my . . .
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