I used to be a chatterbox!
Chatted night and day!
Always had to have my say!
One day a sports injury,
Damaged my mouth.
Not one word,
Could I utter,
I was miserable.
At first,
I longed to join in,
Before finding a new delight.
I became a listener.
A new world opened for me.
What a maze of information.
I would have missed it,
If silence had not claimed me.
Now it is sheer bliss,
To quietly listen to you chaps.
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