The Hum of the WorldFor Rita Alba Santucci And the restaurant "Santuccis"
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Sometimes the world hums. The warm good food in your stomach hums. The good people who cooked it are humming in the kitchen. The live chatter from the people at other tables And even the annoying children Hum.
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The knowledge that today at work Where sometimes everything can go wrong Or just a little out of whack Or mediocre Or just so so Today Went so right Sits in your happy head And Hums.
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And the relationship that sometimes takes so much work Tonight Takes a night off And walks on the beach In the warm evening air Humming at the moon.
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Every mad bad and crazy thing Has fallen asleep at the devils table And the angels of all that's good Crank up the world's great turbine While neighbourhood dogs And couples out for a stroll Waiting for the lights On a street corner Lift their heads Ever so slightly And listen carefully To the faint hum of the world
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| Lyndon Walker At Santuccis |