A bag to hold your gifts is carrying what you could do so much with.
Isn't it obvious?
To wait is to find.
To follow is laborious, and staying is difficult for anybody who thinks it's not.
Tiny jumbo thoughts ringing in your limbs,
moving with your brain and rhyming all your hands can say.
If I could, I would.
I want to say it, but it's hard to find words for what I'm doing.
Practicing a word or two.
May I?
A thousand and a half add up, but just two can link "now" with final.
I think I'll show you how, in smooth illustration,
what writing can do if you go without using just a minor thing:
The Letter E.
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