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Big Mouth
The mouth is the thing we find perfect
Finding things we call the subject
It’s really the mouth that finds our grace
The mouth that often points out disgrace
The mouth describes a particular taste
It knows each seasons put on it’s plate
The mouth decides what’s bitter and sweet
Take the poison or cure illness complete
It tells the truth or tells the lies
Tells of deception only seen by the eyes
It never keeps secrets on words it relys
It takes and gives and blows away flies
Lips may kiss teeth can bite
Silence show indifference
A shout become a fight
The mouth is a thing that gives us no clue
Eventually what will happen to me and you
Copyright ©
John Loving Iii
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