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Shakespeare tell me, what is a word?

              We are connected by birthday, so have you news I haven't heard?

The dictionary explains it as " a shortened form of a phrase"

       But to me it is more than this, they describe the ways I behave.

I love to laugh as much as I love to cry.

              I have to make my presence known and then I wonder why.

People seem friendly but I think they are a lie.

Tell me Mr. Shakespeare what is a word?

       It is the only art I know. It's the way I say hello.

I love to use them every day from the letter A to below.

Bestowing to all who listen my wishes and wants my passions and my fears.

But dear Shakespeare, I can tell you why I have ears.

The gift of language is something to rejoice.

I seem to light up when I hear one's voice.

 

Words to me are lovely, although some are not so kind.

But my advice on using them is to keep an opened mind.

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