The Words I See
Sometimes I see words,
some flying,
some grumpy.
Some are nonsense words,
made of a bunch of words smushed together.
But I don’t care. I like them all the same,
the happy words, the sad words —
we need them to make our world.
Words are important,
words are great. They dance,
they sing, they shiver,
they leap,
But no matter what I like them all the same.
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