(gotta keep it short, lest my particular muse be unamused and choose me (!) to disabuse, me, for violation of The Pithy Policy.(1) <> no linguist me, but the guttural aural empathy of gutsy and gusty whoops & whips me into a frenzy of writing
while watching the white caps whip and try~fry confused waters, the tall hedges beg for mercy, I ask myself one more time;
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THE POEM
*Which wordsmith of the English language, constructed these words to best reflect their owned five senses of the interactive tumult of nature and human life?