I’ve tried to be more quiet.
Don’t laugh! It’s all quite true.
I try to hold my tongue at times
And let thoughts ponder and accrue.
But once I’m done, God help me,
I must here just confess,
You get the lot, spilled out like guts,
Uncensored written mess.
At times like these, I can’t conceive
Why I have ink in pen.
Reflect and maybe edit,
Before writing once again?
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