Oh so many
Forgetting we must all
Pay the last penny
Being judged
By what we've said
Our words we've spoken
Are often dead
Be not many
Of you teachers
Forgive our foolish
Wayward preachers
Who all live
Upon our tongues
From the breath
In our lungs
Kill my words
Lay them dead
Unless love comes
In all I've said
Thinking of others
And not just me
Wanting to be right
Oh from me flee
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