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Letís coming right out in the open Most hopefully, slick, thick and sublime In need for some pitiful rhyme. Please lend me your hand While I attempt an explanation And letís come to an understanding Instead of bewildered exasperation And the beholding implications Of what was being thought Versus what was being taught
Now words are just tumbling out All over the place Up through my throat Over my lips And splattering your face But, still I must submit my case.
These words, words, words Are only resounding And my head is absolutely pounding Itís just that this isnít sounding The way that I would will Even when thought out and written by quill Words they do fail us at times Even when thought out And written in sweet little rhymes
Or is it just me That canít bring them as far As they could really go? This Iím sure is probably so.
But I know what I feel Inside my heart The emotions that sir The motions that start Could make me speak words That could take you so far And would outshine any star
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You on a roll today lady!! Words, wonderful words, they are our tools, for good or ill we use them to shape our thoughts and emotions. Not always perfect, true. Keep trying to find just the right mix, like Lacy J. Dalton sang: "...some golden words rolled off of someone's tongue. Then for awhile they'll go in style.."