Words are our instruments, words are our tools,
Words serve us well if we follow the rules.

Words have their music, words have their rhyme,
Words can be ugly or sometimes sublime.

Words are inspiring, often appealing,
sometimes surprising, even revealing.

Evolving, invented, used or abused,
They keep us instructed, and often amused.

Alliterated or syncopated,
In many ways they’re manipulated.

Woven into intricate patterns
Words uncover humanity’s passions.

The greatest of pleasures, that cannot be bought,
Is finding the word which we have long sought,

Then fitting it into a line with a smile,
And hoping we’ve fashioned a poem with style.

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