Oh there are people who just talk a lot,
And then there are the real quiet ones,
We see this both with daughters or with sons,
Just waiting for a word with one you’ll rot,
The other gives you every word he's got,
The volume of those words would weigh in tons,
The quiet one may twist your ear with puns,
And never speak the clearer uttered thought,
So why should we but even want to care,
Or search for inner meanings underneath,
Great mass of words or lack of them thereof,
Each person wants affection so we dare,
To strive with every fiber to bequeath-
Them with our acts of pure unbounded love.
Peter Lowell Paulson
June 24, 2011
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