By Richard H. Fay
Pleasant words that flow in my mind
Like a babbling brook
Tumble off my twisted tongue
Like a toppling rockfall.
Sincere meanings become jumbled up
Like a simmering stew
Confusing my honest intentions
Like an obfuscating fog.
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