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My Big Fat Mouth - Oct. 27, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Oct 27, 2025
  • 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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