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The Written Word
It's true words can be such a problem, to where they can cause us some trouble, If they burst forth in writing or speaking, then cause us to run on the double. Towards some place to hide from the fury, of some person hurt from a letter, Or correcting that thought to more letters, that spoken amiss are not better. Not better, that is, than the letters matched up to make words that cause bliss, And reciprocation then causes not hiding but hugs and a kiss. Well, maybe that outlook is crazy, especially since words on a page, Can fly o'er the Internet further than kisses can land but the rage, When thoughtless words jump off the paper or scream from the screen where you type That rage can sear ears from where ever, your thoughtless words drum up some hype. So the point is of course to write nicely, to think 'fore your thoughts hit the screen And have your words make some one happy, which feeling the reader can glean.
Now, Alicen, reading back, this poem is certainly an example of rambling, lol 0 comments from 0 users
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