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A MAN OF WORDS AND NOT OF DEEDS
Charles
Perrault
A man of words
and not of deeds,
Is like a
garden full of weeds,
And when the
weeds begin to grow,
It’s like a
garden full of snow.
And when the
snow begins to fall,
It’s like a
bird upon the wall.
And when the
bird away does fly,
It’s like an
eagle in the sky.
And when the
sky begins to roar,
It’s like a
lion at the door.
And when the
door begins to crack,
It’s like a
stick across your back.
And when your
back begins to smart,
It’s like a
penknife in your heart.
And when your
heart begins to bleed.
And when your
heart begins to bleed,
You’re dead and
dead and dead indeed.
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