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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449733" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gossiper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(9/15/12) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was well to do, and had more<br>Money than me and you.<br>She loved to gossip and put people down<br>it mattered not- who was around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She talked about everyone that she knew<br>And wouldn't let you leave till she was through.<br>She talked about her neighbors and her friends<br>And put them down to the bitter end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They said she was lonely and didn't have a life<br>But who in the world would make her &quot; his wife&quot;? <br>Now the years have taken its toll<br>And she's gotten very old.<br>But! There was someone &quot; who had done just that&quot;<br>And she became bitter and fat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had married at a very young age<br>To a man who was twice her age.<br>After a few years he passed away<br>And she became even more bitter and enraged.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That is when she started to talk<br>About all who was around<br>And enjoyed the fact of putting people down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon no one came to visit any more<br>For she had closed all the doors<br>They had gotten tired of trying <br>To be her friend, when she talked<br>About them - to no end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was nothing that could stop <br>Her wagging tongue, even as she<br>Was in her dying bed.<br>She talked about the living and the dead.<br>When the time came and she was laid to rest.<br>They said there was two coffins laid in the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One for her body and one for her tongue<br>So she could not talk to anyone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(the comical moral of this story) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">: Don't talk without knowing- cause<br>Your tongue don't know where it's going.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© L. RAMS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louis+Rams">Louis Rams</a><div class=q>
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She was well to do, and had more
Money than me and you.
She loved to gossip and put people down
it mattered not- who was around.

She talked about everyone that she knew
And wouldn't let you leave till she was through.
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