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Have you ever boiled or
burned in water... and then felt like you had drowned within its flames? did you once believe until you were congealed down to a thought and afterwards were never quite the same? did you wish for a fortnight in the middle of one day? did you dream up an entire world and then wish it would stay? if words were your friends, would you be able to shake their hands? would they keep you in good company and never ever demand.. that you MUST behave... being yours until the grave. would choose your words carefully or in any which way and be angry, sad, lonely, or simply be ecstatically glad... would they be super, like glue and always stay? what fine good words could be friends? would they number as many as are listed in the dictionary? then there's those which are daily invented or "memed?" would you, could you, finally then, be in your best(est) company? words within your mind's reach, day or night... found in any landscape or imaginary cubby hole you might cuddle up, buttercup and never-again be lonely or alone. 4:15 4/19/2022 LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM FINISHED 4/23/2022 11:25am PACIFIC STANDARD TIME TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR/WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE : MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD@ Vote for this poem |
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