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Tempered Tongue
There are words that I’m slow to say,
Bound inside and kept away, so
My tempered tongue I won’t betray.
Without much thought an ass will bray;
Many with their jawbone slay, so
There are words that I’m slow to say.
Fire forged barbs will make you pay;
Injured mettle I must weigh, so
My tempered tongue I won’t betray.
Unbridled thoughts expressed all day;
Biting cuts will spark a fray, so
There are words that I’m slow to say.
Floods of emotion rush my way;
Damming walls deflect the spray, so
My tempered tongue I won’t betray.
Feelings expressed in shades of gray
Shield and keep this heart of clay, so
There are words that I’m slow to say;
My tempered tongue I won’t betray.
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Md Johnson
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