Tom Reese short Poetry reading
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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way back when the world was young and every birdsong was yet to be sung and sky was blue, the grass was white. What was that? I hear you say That's not the way it is today. Well, I'm here to tell you my friends, of how their partnership came to a bitter end and how hardly civil words been spoke between the two, who up till then had been the friendliest folk you see. Time was when the world was new in the grass was whitened. Sky was blue. The two would talk from morning till night. Never once we're there to fight the grass would ask of his friend the sky. Why the wars would run to the bird would fly the sky would answer each question posed because it said he's one who knows now, seeing as how the grass was fond of the color blue. In fact, it was his favorite you. The question they were bound to ponder came up in their wonder. Wander, namely, Why can't I Be blue like you? Sky, while seeing his plate and trying hard to avoid a fight, spoke these words in his wisest own. It is well known throughout the land by the biggest fool of the wisest man. That leopard cannot change his spots. And one can't be what one is not you are you and I am me and this is how we shall always be. But with that, the grass did change his shade as the beast of envy. And it's heart lay. He turned a nice bright shade of green, the like of which had never been seen. Never since it's been that way right up to this very day, I asked me if the story is true. This is what I say to you. I spun this tale that passed the time and I do hope you've enjoyed my ride because if you have, then we've all had fun. But if you've not, there's no harm done.