From how much you
make every month
some times how the
month makes you.
Nothing stays hidden
you cannot hide hearts
true fear as it's nothing.
Gossip opens windows
windows stay empty until
you open gossip a window.
Interesting is a rumor when
it is not, embellish a scrap
books cover trapped a lot.
Fear every one especially
the Duke his gun would help
shoot around corners of truth.
Once a word was spread two
out of beds boredroom of if's.
On the way to church tomorrow
bring some extra sandwitchs, .. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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