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A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds. Andwhen the weeds begin to grow, it's like a garden full of snow. And whenthe snow begins to fall, it's like a bird upon the wall. And when thebird away does fly, it's like an eagle in the sky. And when the skybegins to roar, it's like a lion at the door. And when the door beginsto crack, it's like a stick across your back. And when your back beginsto smart, it's like a penknife in your heart. And when your heartbegins to bleed, you're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.
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