I love letters converging
to form my thoughts begin
grouping in scaled numbers
controlling my lips opening
I tease them to; in squares
they follow me like children
when I am done I keep them
talk them before I let you
sometimes I cut few to fit
I love them I care for them
so are they they too behave
this is it friends I please
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