My Big Fat Mouth - Oct. 27, 2025
- Gary Hunter
- Oct 26
- 1 min read
just when I think my words
are sailing along smoothly,
lovingly, sometimes even with wit
my clear navigation gets sloppy,
my mouth runs into a hidden rock
or a sudden storm hits
and what I speak is harsh or
hurtful, knocks a hole in my ship
and as it fills with regret
I notice
I can’t sink fast enough

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