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Words are the vehicles which speak our mind:
articulate each feeling and each thought.
And though to all my treaties you are blind,
ignoring prose so sweet and finely wrought,
I cannot help but write and let you know
with preposition, adjective and noun,
( unworthy tools to say I love you so)
that you are quite the fairest in this town,
On the computer screen in lower case
I organise the parts of speech with care,
but only see reflections of your face
and know to post this I would never dare.
A literary fool, I craft each word,
and realise you'd think me quite absurd.
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