My speetth hat not a thingle thlur
My tongue, a ready writer,
To put to flight the offither
That filth my rearview mirror
No lack of thibilance of mine
Will raith a foul thuthpithion
Becauth tho many thober thouls
Are found in that condithion

©A.Herstad  Sept, 2005

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