My page of a sky
My story there to write
My thoughts do fly
My sky my site
We have lots to share
We have few to keep
We speak with care
We to them things do creep
I choose who to tell
I know with who 'tis safe
I am afraid of one to sell
I doubt as they stride to cafe
So careful to be handled
So the are, untold stories
So these need to be candled
So the sky to read good histories
The untold stories..
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