Make what you want of my words
Of which I have said in my past
Or talking to you at present
Of what I am to speak to you in the future
But just remember maketh quick
For all the words that I speak off
Will soon be just words from my past
When I am gone far away
Where no words will you hear
For I will not be able to say so
Make what you want of my words
Maketh quick , maketh wise
For when I am gone nothing I said
Should come as a surprise .
By
David T Nicholas
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