Passing an abstract point
That signals the end is near.
Only so many words can be spoken
And have them remain clear.
In my angry moments
I have lost a friend or two.
In the end it was not all bad.
The ones I have are a precious few.
Let my tongue remain in my mouth
And not spew words of aggression.
Lord may it be so that I remain quiet,
And keep what's in my possession.
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Love ya!
Jane