if only
our tongues
were made
of glass
our tongues
were made
of glass
how much
more careful
we would be
when we
speak
more careful
we would be
when we
speak
Imagine the clouds dripping.
Dig a hole in your garden to put them in.
Imagine the clouds dripping.
Dig a hole in your garden to put them in.
This a Poem by the Poet Shaun Shane
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