This Mouth of Mine
This mouth of mine I so detest—
Its gate has neither lock nor chain.
Secrets drift out at mere behest,
Against it I have no restraint.
No longer can its gate be closed,
For my wife always holds the key;
Just a whisper—and all's exposed,
That's how my secrets flee with glee.
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