My voice is quiet and weakNoise that stutters and blurts
A clumsy tongue to speak
All my misshapen words
So just ignore that sound
Forgive what I have said
I have written it down
And it's better off read
But even words cannot suffice
Punctuation is to blame
The commas like to hide
Right behind your name
Your very scent derails
My weary train of thought
And though I mostly fail
It's not perfection that I sought
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