there remains no word to bespoken
there's no use to try to cry out or unburden
trapped inside like a captive like a slave
the body and soul gradually turning into a grave
sometimes voices better go dead
sometimes things are better be left unsaid.
Clutter Conflict (Limerick)
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An old fellow who’d putter all dayWould refuse to throw refuse away.When
his wife tried to dealWith his clutter, he’d squealAs he rescued his
rubbish array.
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I agree with you 100%
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