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Silence is Golden
Witness the folly of the yammering crowd
Those that speak smugly and those that speak loud
Spitting out syllables the live long day
With nothing to show and nothing to say
A chorus line of mechanical mouths
A bevy of bores from the north to the south
Wherever you go they're standing beside us
Let's pray that they all catch laryngitis
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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