During genteel dscourse
Many thoughts crop up
Do not go the course of utterance
Are supressed and smothered
Respect the feelings and emotions
Of those present and their folk
Thoughts chased back, from whence they came
Of denied approval, and died in shame
Not everything fits for socal intercourse
Thus buried in the graveyard
Of suppression
Still born children of the mind
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