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The Itsy Bitsy Monkey
- The itsy bitsy monkey
- Went up the coconut tree.
- Down came a coconut
- And hit him on the knee.
- Out came his mommy
- And kissed away the pain,
- And the itsy bitsy monkey
- Went up the tree again.
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4 comments:
Ummm... could you POSSIBLY have asked me to do anything harder?
The snow falling at night is the softest kiss, the sound of feathers falling from angels' wings, one by one
I know, romantic and cheesy, but that's all I got.
This is tough. Let me think.
I really think of beautiful silence when watching snow fall at night. How about "whispers of notes from Heaven's grandest instrument".
I think I like PSP's better!
I might say the soft rythm of silence. But PSP has some pretty good ones.
One thing to keep in mind: It depends where you are as to what you here. There's much more sound if you're in a forest of evergreens. You can actually hear the flakes as they settle onto the branches.
maybe something like what a soft fleece blanket sounds like after it's been fluffed high in the air and you sit down beneath it and let it engulf you lightly but warmly - j
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