Call it poems call it prose
It doesn't matter what you choose
Call it single call it pair
It doesn't matter what you hear
Call it old call it new
It doesn't matter what you knew
Call it thinking call it feeling
No big deference, no wailing
Call it ice call it hail
It doesn't matter what you sail
Call it word call term
It doesn't matter when it came
Call it under call it over
It doesn't matter what you gather
Call it thing call it none
It doesn't matter it is done
Meaning is the core
It is the soul
It is the spirit
Words are the bodies
Terms are the dresses
Names are the addresses.
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