O h how many, many times
O ften I’ve been caught,
P erplexed by all the fuss
S eeing people so distraught.
M y only crime was speaking,
Y et little did I think
M y words would cause an uproar,
I n truth, I want to shrink
S o small no-one could see the
T urmoil I have caused,
A gain I’d make a wish
K eep quite, if I had paused
E ven for a second
A nd thought of what to say,
G ive mouth and mind the chance
A s one, and not betray
I nner feeling kept well hidden,
N ever to see the light of day.








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