When words are said
Then broken,
Distinguishing truth from folly
Becomes a gambling
And with my luck, I forget
How hot the stove can get
Until the next time the oil jumps.

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The Secret Life of Thought
PoetrySometimes we don't say a word because our mind is too full of them. These pages hold just a few of those.
Fickle
When words are said
Then broken,
Distinguishing truth from folly
Becomes a gambling
And with my luck, I forget
How hot the stove can get
Until the next time the oil jumps.