These words come in as gifts
Listen carefully
Not to words come from my lips
Not the words of me
Yet the gift is mine to hone
Adding something all my own
Sometimes nothing flows
Words are all a jumble
Feeling like I'm forced to go
Back to being humble
12/31/25 leoslynn.com
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