When Silence Gets The Best of You, Let the Player Piano Roll

That that that you use is his that that

I use too or need to use at that

But he that as it may I may not use

That that I am not used to use, its use

Being too uncommon when we commune at noon

When no one with a wen as new as yours

Will face the music or a mirror or

Mar the surface of her soul.  Years

May pass or hours unroll as slow as moles

Or mules who mull each memory.  Miles

Explain the distances while plains expand

Between us, but that that is never spoken

As that would extinguish what you understand

And sentences in use would soon be broken.