No
Delay
In
Saying
What
You
Mean
To
Say,
Clear
And
Concise,
Even
If
You
Must
Say
It
Twice.
Words
Are
A
Vine
That
Twines
And
Climbs
High
As
You
Can
Be.
They
Will
Set
You
Free
And
You
May
Speak,
Silent
As
A
Kiss,
Read
This.
Brook
No Delay In Saying What You Mean To Say, Clear And Concise, Even If You Must Say It Twice. Words Are A Vine That Twines And Climbs High As You Can Be. They Will Set You Free And You May Speak, Silent As A Kiss, Read This.
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