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(I have a propensity to talk too much. That is, I talk incessantly. I repeat myself and say things three times to try to make sure that anyone I talk to understands what I am trying to say. It’s annoying to others and even now to me since I recognize it as a problem. For that reason, I’ve always appreciated the following poem. I wish I knew the name of the author so I could give credit where it is due. I may have seen it in an old Dear Abbey column).

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His words were few and far between
And never formed to glisten.
Yet he was a joy to all his friends;
You should have heard him listen.