A Man of Words

When I am on my

Own, my words dance from my mind

To my tongue, fill the

Air with joyous song.

When I am with Pharisees,

I am slow of speech.

My tongue is heavy.

Words cling to the roof of my

Mouth, clog up my throat.

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