Advice to Myself

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It seems a pattern arises in speech,

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It starts with a stammer and turns to a leap,

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Gaining momentum as thoughts fall in order,

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Pushing emotions right to the border,

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And what of the hands animating along?,

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Without fingers to dance there is no music for song,

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In similar fashion it makes droll conversation,

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When you fold your phalanges in quiet reservation,

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The voice also matters, not only the words,

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Tone conveys gravitas to the things that are heard,

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Audience too is given consideration,

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Addressing a pal or the United Nations?,

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Poetry lives, and thought is its breathing,

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If you've something to say write something worth reading.

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