You learn to speak with your tounge
When you are very young
You learn by hearing sounds
From everyone all around
But some people cant hear the things
The talking, the laughing, or those annoying rings
"How can you speak when you cant hear?"
"Well their hands speak for them, year after year"
Alot of people dont understand
How someone could possibly have a talking hand
All I can say
Is that it happens everyday
This is where I scream out loud
"I am very proud!"
You can hear from other lands
That Im happy to have my talking hands
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