The Talker
She talks and she talks
And then talks some more
She even talks as I'm going out the door
She talks as she walks
She's still running on
While she's running on down the hall
And that's not all
The things she says
Are both childish and silly
They hang in the air all willy-nilly
I can't tell her to quit
And get to the point of it
She'll only go on
And cause me to yawn
So I hurry on home
And just leave her alone
There with the drone
That's uniquely her own
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