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Jack Told Sally
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Jack told Sally he was so so hurt,
Sally wanted to help--and listen, not blurt,
So she did pretty good,
Til it was time to go to sleep,
Then she couldn't stand the pain,
And Sally began to weep.
She called her friend Kerri,
And poured out Jack's heart,
Then Kerri got it twisted,
But played the right part,
She listened with kindness,
But her temper began to flair,
No sooner hung up the phone,
And called Robert and Blair.
Then one day the story,
Came back 'round to Jack,
No longer does he consider Sally
A friend who has his back,
Because no matter your intentions,
Or need to be stroked,
Confidential means "I trust YOU",
And not just any old folk!!
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clever
clever with the moral of the story. everyone talks and gossips to a point, but when someone trusts you to keep a secret you keep your mouth shut. confidenality is there for a reason. brillant.
Thanks Poetic. If I start to
Thanks Poetic. If I start to refer to you as Real_Eyes...do not be offended, please, as it is only the aspect of your ability to see ever so cleary.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
So much "Gyaan" !!!! Respected Nightlight1220 !!!!!
So much "Gyaan" !!!! Respected Nightlight1220 !!!!!A lesson unique.
©bishu
Yes, Bishu...so much singing
Yes, Bishu...so much singing to the tune of...? Sometimes the sounds can break through and shatter whole realities...and other times unable to carry the octaves high or low enough deserving of an honorable ear to hear it. When we are born, we get two ears. One for listening and one for hearing. The listening ear has the ability to separate the grain from the chaff. The hearing ear hears only noise and static .... If I could choose I might say I would like to be born again with only one ear...but alas, my ability to navigate the high "SEES" could be hampered. We row on and harken to the wind and sails. Hopefully we do not develop any scurvy or other deep sea maladies!!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Gyaan = True wisdom
Gyaan = True wisdom.What me sees are seas.What me hears is music + cacophony.Filters are weak Respected Nightlight.
©bishu