(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?
(1)
KISS
Keep it simple, stupid!