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About This Poem
If These Walls Could Talk
If these walls could talk don’t believe a word they say
I heard them lying to the furniture just yesterday
I did not do those things that they say I did
Why, those walls would have you believing that I’ve flipped my lid
If these walls could talk I would have to tear them down
I can’t have my little secrets spread all over town
If I knew these plasterboards were built with such loose lips
I would have covered all them up with wallpaper slips
If these walls could talk I might just have to move away
In fear of the things that my walls might say
So I am happy in the knowledge that they only talk to me
But, now I am worried about my chatty chimney
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