Sunday, July 20, 2014

A Man of 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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