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A Call For Humility
I don't think about Tr*** often
I don't like to
My guess is a third of you
are at this time
ticked
triggered
troubled
torn
turned off
or
tickled
Avery few feel that
tripled in spades
And the rest have buckled up
in a mingled mess of
confusion
curiosity
or careless concern
Take your pick
Only the most humble
learn their lessons anyway,
and earn a table
at the hearts of the yearning
We're all hurting
If only we could learn to listen
Copyright ©
Rebecca Kiser
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