Words piled upon words
Know no peak.
They bang, they clatter,
But hardly speak,

Words may console,
Words may condole,
But can they ever heal
An aching soul?

In a day like no other day,
I shall kneel,
I shall bow
I shall pray.
Then ask the exiled in me
to go his way
Through the gloomy and the grey,
for the sake of a word ….
That can speak and be heard

nice words
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have a nice day

very nice words black evil what a way 2 go

keep on that