My Tongue Poem by Kurt Behle
My Tongue
What a little muscle you are,
But what an amazing design.
You form all spoken sounds
And give us a gift of taste.
Just a sip from you
Tells the story,
Hot or cold,
Salt or sweet,
You make eating a pleare.
Sometimes though,
You lead me into trouble.
Stop me from abusive speech
Train me to talk with love
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4/29/2024 1:30:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
lol! Now the power of the tongue is something we all undersetimate! Eish, come to think about it, you are brilliant my friend! Baie mooi! ! !