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Index |
| My Lips |
| Please lock my lips, and hide the key |
| Until Each Word, well judged shall be, |
| And then I'll know, when in my bed |
| No one's been hurt by what I've said. |
| Of all the servants given man, |
| According to God's own great plan, |
| There's one we'll never understand, |
| Our tongue, which says words never planned |
| Our feet we guide with greater skill, |
| Though seldom would they do us ill, |
| Our hands and eyes, trained most to please |
| We guide them both with greater ease. |
| But ears and tongue, oh woe betide |
| The secrets you to them confide, |
| For if one moment your're off your guard, |
| All caution they will both discard. |
| And leave you then to toss and turn |
| When all alone, at night you yearn, |
| To retract words that day were spoken |
| To shatter promises you've broken. |
| Or to repeat some careless word |
| That perchance, have overheard, |
| Is human nature all the same |
| Or am I - alone - to blame? |
| Author Unknown |