"You fool," I think but that's not what I say;
For I'd much rather try to keep the peace.
There may be angst here but there's no release
In saying what I know I want to say.
I really don't want to exacerbate
The situation that has risen here.
Nor do I ever want it to appear
That I was one who only could berate.
Instead I keep my cool and hold my tongue.
Sometimes I'll nod and sometimes shake my head;
For soonest mended is when least is said
And easier for us all to get along.
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