For I have sinned.
Oh God, why have ye blessed me
with a tongue so sharp
And a wit so quick
I can't help but
Extricate myself out of situations
Where my mouth works
Faster than my brain
Lest I end up making fun of
That pretty little lady I meet
Can you please make something
Come out of me that sounds sweet?
Friday, July 25, 2008
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