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Ring-ring-ring   Bong    -    Bong    -    Bong  
Excuse me, can you repeat that?  I'm sorry. I didn't understand what you said. All I hear is mumbling.  Sounds as though the world is a Charlie Brown cartoon.     Seems as if all I say is 
You see the vibrant colors of the falling leaves. Feel the ever increasing breeze slip past your face. The smells of pumpkin pies and caramel apples float in the air.
To those who speak with their hands, Listen with their eyes, And know with their hearts.   Their language and customs so foreign in our society, Yet in passing, They can blend in with the ordinary,
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