Motor Mouth

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Babble Mouth

How he babbles babbles babbles on

friends wonder why is surname isn’t Brook

for it seemed that even the fastest stream

can't keep up with him, fish stuck on a hook

yet still sometimes he made you laugh

when you and he had time to catch a breath

and maybe even let you speak and add

a little to his steaming drizzled path

He could tell stories that even he

probably did not know nor believe

but he still would waterfall along

without pretext, deliberation to deceive

It is as if he continued to talk

his fear of loneliness would attack

and he would no longer be able

to run along his bubbling race track

Oh, our Running ceasely talking friend

somehow we all still hold you so dear

for we know we do not want to shatter

the safe hug of our affection hides his fear

Maybe the terror that holds you back

we all know in our brave personal milieu

that we do understand you well

for we live and share the fright too!

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