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I’ve often wondered what to say
or how to speak when words would stray.
A gesture serves to save the day
when simple words have slipped away.
I’ve often floundered when I spoke
or tried to tell a bawdy joke.
It pays for words to wear a yoke
instead of trying to provoke.
I've often blundered with a word
by saying something so absurd
and wished that it had not occurred...
a muted state was more preferred.
I've often pondered when to speak
of written words that seemed unique.
Hold silent I say tongue in cheek
when writing falters in critique.
But still I banter with a phrase
and work that meter through a maze.
I write my lines in many ways;
sometimes it takes me days and days (and days and days and..)
But still I plunder undeterred,
such madness leaves my judgement blurred
though still I think that mum’s preferred
and often wonder who needs words.