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Public Speak
Joint Flair Saint
In her joints she felt her fear
Someone said "you're next dear"
It's hard to public speak
She felt like a freak
Her throat tightened
She was frightened
With watering eyes
And gasping sighs
Breathless and wordless
She felt ache and loneliness
As God s my witness
She was a pitiful mess
But, spoke with flair
People seem to care
Hoping she didn't faint
Knowing she wasn't a saint
And yet, she was preaching
Let's call it beseeching
She started to plead her case
Her emotions in a race
She finished and bowed
The applause was so loud
After her presentation
She received a standing ovation
LOve..JaqiŠ2006
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