Curses Poem by john thomas
Curses
Catch a curse upon the lips
And pucker it in to a kiss,
Think before you let it go
Before it does the damage; Oh! –
If the words you plan to speak -
Do so intend to red’ the cheek,
Or show you strong, against those meek,
Then do not let that falseness reek.
For weak are those who do not stem,
And always blunt, be sword to pen,
So write them down; go bury them!
And save the grace of fellow men.
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