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Bridle Thy Tongue
L (11-03-1977 / )

Bridle Thy Tongue

Bridle thy fiery tongue
For it is poison to the soul,
And, it’s venom
Courses through shadowed veins.

And so too,

This unruly member
Is a great boaster of iniquity,
For Man’s innocence;
His perfect light,

Is darkened by offences
Spilled forth by word.

5-21-06

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