Silence, Silence, every were,
Silence, Silence, Im gunna pull out my hair,
Not talking, Still working,
I think my voice is going come lerking,
If I dont stop now,
Then I will have to move to lau,
I NEED TO TALK OR ELSE
Poem by brooke about doing not talking for her 40 hour famine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! This is great...sounds like a rough day in the office?