CHATTERBOX

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, if silence had not claimed me.

Now it is sheer bliss, to quietly listen to you chaps.

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