The Rambling Bit

Of course

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Lips pursed or furled, who knows
comedy or prose, can’t tell.
The silent left to scream,
but can’t decide of which to do.

Small steps, they say
lest not bite off the
bitter spoon of resentment.

“It’s not about gold or silver.
For how rich is the soil that
you’ve cultivated?”