We keep our voices in our pockets
One is a pebble
We can throw it or let it fall to the ground
It is used to tell a lie
Our second voice is a singing bird
It is used to share the truth
Our third voice can be any item
Mine is a playing card
It is used to tell a story, a joke, a poem, a horror tale
Our fourth voice is a speck of dust
It is used only once, before we depart from life
They say a fifth voice exists
Nobody knows what it is or where it is kept
Few people, if any, ever use it
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[Picture: The fifth voice by reading_is_dangerous] (Feb. 6, 2007)
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