Words are where I go for fun
and play pretend on monkey bars,
heedless of the noonday Sun
so far away when I'm on Mars.
Words are where I feel secure
A timeless vault locked by me
No need to be ashamed, demure
When I alone possess the key.
Words are how I sing my song
Catchy jingles, flashy tunes
Now and then I'll go along
With a slow and mournful, wailing fugue.
Words are water. Words are wind.
Words are where I go for peace.
I give my words, edit, rescind
But never erase, a paper crease.
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