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Jabbers
Voices ringing with the same story
Like they did long time ago
For it's the only thing they know
It's the only thing they can do
To jabber behind someone's shadow
Vilifying day and night
They're like parrots jabbering
About how sour a grape is
For they failed to plant their own
Or they themselves don't have that kind of value
They hate beautiful things
Because they simply can't see beauty in themselves
They only like doing and saying foolish things
Because it's the only thing they know
Like it brings them ultimate self satisfaction
Copyright ©
R. B. Cawis
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