(gotta keep it short, lest  my particular muse be unamused and choose me (!) to disabuse, me, for violation of
The Pithy Policy.(1)
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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?