A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds and when the weeds begin to crawl it is like a bird upon the wall .
and when the bird away does fly it is like an eagle in the sky.
and when the sky begins to roar it is like a lion at the door and when the door begins to crack it is like a stick across your back and when your back begins to smart it is like a knife inside your heart and when your heart begins to bleed you are dead and dead and dead indeed .

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