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Most things men do secretly in darkness
Will soon be clearly revealed in daylight.
His uttered private words become careless
Common conversations. The deeds he recites
Today in the corners of his lodgings
Are shouted on every street tomorrow.
The closet skeletons unearthed yield things
That ordinarily wouldn’t cause sorrow.
Its said, ‘loose lips sink ships‘, I deem that true.
The trouble is there's not a *oddamn thing
One can do as long as men resort to
Antics that have harmful effects and bring
Pain and humiliation caused by louts
Who oft have diarrhea of the mouth.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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