my thesaurusses
whisper, simper sussurusses
from their places on the shelves....
and I said unto my selves,
'reconsider digs and delves
into squinkly, fricting tomes...
if ya wanna go for rhythm,
colors, textures in yer pomes
use the subtlest boards of sounding'....
it was good, and unconfounding...
then
my saw done hit a knot...
so
this **** is what you've got....
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