--I wish someone would tell me when it mattered not what was said, but what was heard in the words that reached the ear’s on each head.
--I guess words are such little devils to be, that when they reach ear’s they become not what is but what is perceived.
--Its another of the mysteries of life, these little devils called words, how they are really chameleon’s it seems, when moving about.
--Oh what a wonder it is and oh such a fright, that such simple words can be such a devil to hear right.
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