First Spoke
When I first spoke, I
realized the terrible
error I had
made,
If only I'd stayed silent,
no one would
know a fool
played.
It would be wonderful, to
be wise, and never
to move a
lip,
Hell bent to learn to speak,
all are introduce
to a true
nitwit.
Yorktown Disciple
When I first spoke, I
realized the terrible
error I had
made,
If only I'd stayed silent,
no one would
know a fool
played.
It would be wonderful, to
be wise, and never
to move a
lip,
Hell bent to learn to speak,
all are introduce
to a true
nitwit.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11292
Quatrain of First Spoke - 11292 - Yorktown Disciple
Poem Sanctum
Yorktown Disciple
Poetizing around the world
Poetizing around the world
Wonderful
to
be
wise
to
be
wise
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