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I Hate These Words I hate these words, these words I write When tumbling out ends sounding trite They mimic close to clone the past Each word that’s said curtails the last The path of ease, it summons all Does truth give art its beckon call I’m sure I know they’re falling true When content brims and words are few A halting sureness marks the pick And air is light with meaning thick A frolic sense pervades the whole Deep dusky mutters hinting soul Uncommon strength belies the soft Caress of tender held aloft My words will play and double mean For every ounce they wring and glean Small precious drops allude to more Converging sprinkles find rapport poem by Gregg Ward e-mail him about it at gregg@twintownevents.com