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Words are my kryptonite,
The reason I cringe,
To write,
What to say?
How about this:
I feel speaking is a nuisance,
And by writing I shall lose it,
So here I stand,
Um, uh, ah, like, and,
Are as necessary as,
Sand on the road,
It may keep you on the road,
But only for so long,
So no, if, ands, or butts,
Unless you,
Want hear me fall over and die,
Do I make myself clear?
Oh, wait…*faint*