~Sunday Poem

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    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?
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by Shel Silverstein
Art by Florence Mary Anderson