No Gossip, Please
I don't want to spread bad news,
So I can't say who told me,
But So And So was seen down town,
In most unsavory comp'ny.
It seems a shame that she can't see,
Her actions tell her story,
But you know me, I don't tote tales,
I just can't help but worry.
You should have seen her carry on,
Or so I'm told of course;
I can't say for sure myself,
And can't reveal my source;
For that might cause them untold shame,
And throw bad light on me.
I wouldn't want the town to think,
That I'd drum up such folly;
But mark my word, sure as I'm born,
That girl will rue the day,
That she set out and marked her course,
Along the wayward way;
But I don't like to carry tales,
So see this goes no further.
Just pray for her and ask The Lord,
To bless her poor, dear mother.
"THE WORDS OF A TALE BEARER ARE AS WOUNDS AND THEY GO DOWN INTO THE
INNERMOST PARTS OF THE BELLY."
Proverbs 26:22
(Did you know that learning to speak in two or more languages is not nearly as hard as learning to keep your mouth shut in one?)
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Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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