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Words Spoken

I sit and write my poetry,
Wondering what it means to me.
I spend an awful lot of time,
carefully trying to make it rhyme.

Juggling words to make them flow,
gives me a warm and fuzzy glow.
When it works, I'm so elated,
other times I'm quite frustrated.

For it's words that make the world go round.
Without them there would be no sound.
When used with love they lift us up,
filling that overflowing cup.

In anger they rip and tear us down.
With bitter tears and angry frown.
Those mean whispers said in spite,
slithering around in the dead of night.

Once said, so hard to take them back,
those words in haste, alas! alack!
Lives destroyed, lying broken,
don't you wish now you had thought - and then spoken?