One day, I met Silent Sir
He was not one of many words
and he had a very rich soul
because his silence...was gold
One day, I met Talker
He wanted to become richer
but he'll never hear gold's words
because his constant speech was silver
One day, I met Madame Mime
and her soul was very wealthy
She had 2 pros and no cons
Her silence was gold, and her gestures were bronze.
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Author:
Cellus (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Humor
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Comments4
Thanks MRSTEW ~ We meet thse folk in every walk of life ~ Silent ~ Talker ~ Mime etc We are all guilty of saying too much and drowing in the drone of our own words ! Sometimes "We say it better when we say nothing at all !" Shhhhhhhh ~ BRIAN
Nicely done!
Very deep
Thank you all!
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