A sentence, beautiful for all intents and purposes, a line that summons together a fair degree of rhyme, letting them go on a job well done, do what you choose with their own time
Some new, always a few enlightening words, contemporary in nature and often deemed to be rather absurd as a result
It might hurt the relic reader in you, cause an unshakable mind to grow all the more hungry, pathetic and pedantic, scrupulous and never-open-to-what’s-new despair
Oh, stop all of the crying, always trying to be something a little different, seemsto me the day has long gone by when it was OK for us all to be the same
Now that’s a crying shame, for that alone, more than a few of you ‘wordsmiths’ out there will need to step up and take the blame
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