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If Ye Can Swallow No Ill Word

If swallow you cannot an ill word That curdles up to turn sour like curd, And acrid goes from sour By every passing hour, Spell it out all aloud if unheard, Watch it loose potent power, Cooled as if under shower, Till you laugh it all off as absurd! _____________________________________________________ Swallowing ill words has upset no stomach, advises ancient wisdom; but it may upset mental health. Beware then every time you open your mouth. If you find swallowing too hard, this limerick (an extended one) shows a better way. _____________________________________________________ Tongue-in-cheek | 07.03.15 |

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