Words Are Awesome!
Little language do I lack
A livid living set of lines
A long-awaited leading nack
A large and legion slew of rhymes
I am. I was.
You do. He does.
These verbs of helping do I hold
I can. I can't.
You shall. He shan't.
The wonder of words shall never grow old.
An example shall I give you now
A masterpiece of mine
To show the excellance of words
To all of humankind
"Walking a weary but willful stride
The wandering widow went her way
And when she had walked for nearly a mile
The worn out widow resigned for the day.
Afterwards a wizened wanderer
Withered by age and without guile
Went to the place where the widow had stopped
And willingly walked the extra mile"
As you can see
There cannot be
As bright and bold a beauty
And if you look
Into a book
You'll find a trove of booty.
For words existed to be used
And free they are for all to share
And sad it is that some aren't used
For unto words can nothing compare.
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