Words
Words Words
Hang dog down around
split time short sound
shoot shot short sound
tread trod music board
taut twinkle toes,
that's how it goes.
Don't seek to comprehend
my worried literary friend!
Words are just a game;
a name is just a name;
their meanings come and go;
they wander to and fro:
up down beyond between
heard felt smelt seen.
Do you see
what I mean?
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