Words

“A man of words and not of deeds

Is like a garden full of weeds

And when the weeds begin to grow

It’s like a garden full of snow

And when the snow begins to fall

It’s like a bird upon the wall

And when the bird away does fly

It’s like an eagle in the sky

And when the sky begins to roar

It’s like a lion at the door

And when the door begins to crack

It’s like a stick across your back

And when your back begins to smart

It’s like a penknife in your heart

And when your heart begins to bleed

You’re dead, and dead, and dead indeed.”


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