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May 2016
Mouths filled to the brim

With sugar filled words

Promises of the things we

Should've

would've

And

could've

Done

Only when the time comes

For old promises to be called on

they vanish, Into the air

As does the value

In what you say

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Your word is only worth how much of it you keep

If you make a promise keep it
Ronney
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Ronney
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