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May 2020
Sometimes, I can walk the walk,
Mostly cause I’ve tripped before,
And face plants come as quite a shock,
But what you see, down on the floor,

Too loudly, I will talk the talk,
And often times just nonsense spout,
Words left open, free to mock,
It gives me more to think about,

JDoyle
Written by
Janet Doyle  50/F/Pennsylvania
(50/F/Pennsylvania)   
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