Words

A simple musing on the world of words.

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Doomed never to be free

Or such is as I see

Trapped by my own fell mind

Stuck like all human kind

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Caged by the dance of speech

Please stop I do beseech

By fool’s politics caught

My freedom hard is sought

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Folk weave words for snares

They use hopes and cares

This should not be so

Please let good words go

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A word has great power

To make one sweet or sour

A word can choose one’s fate

Can ope or close the gate

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A word is a sharp sword

The surest garrotte cord

A word is a love’s kiss

Pure and gentle bliss

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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

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~ by The Lonely Recluse on August 17, 2011.

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