Always bumbling, stumbling around
for the words that seem to flow
so easily from my fingers
to finally come from my mouth.

My tongue tripping over teeth
and slurring my speech,
preventing understanding
from the crowd.

Forgive me if I stutter
and please muddle through my mutters.
I promise you that
I have something to say.

Title from Zephronias. Thanks.

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