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The Gift of Blab
I might drive you crazy and that's for sure, so please don't come
a knocking at my back door.
Serve me brewed coffee and soon you will see a wired Chatty Cathy.
If you really want to be cruel slip me a can of Red Bull.
Many moon ago when I learned how to walk, unfortunate for some,
I learned how to talk.
The irish call this the gift of gab, to others its just blab, blab, blab.
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Nancy Kaufman
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