Playing in strings of blues
For it many shiver and quiver:
Hmm! See the strong go so soft for it;
Ah! I can't believe it!
The fox claim to be cunning
But words have proved the fox wrong with the tongue that speaks.
How words stammers not in doubt, No Thomas!
Hold your temper!
Like the clouds hold it ceaseless rains
Because only words can make you loose your mind
Or did you claim to be normal?
Words, how sweet they sound
Gentle, nothing else could ever do
It is a higher fun than Disney land.
How we use it everyday in the languages of men to mend and fence!
A healer words claim to be;
With several patients reviving the death of hope.
How it goes beyond the letters to create a being!
We are the spoken word!
Of it we are spoken of;
When I checked again how it plays,
It is a rough play used to burn down that market that still burns today.
How this man, that man, all men are known for it;
A lamp, A stamp! It could even be damp!
Can't just get enough of it with an open ear!
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