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not always chosen wisely
sometimes we pick them for ourselves
after much thought
or bump into them on a crowded bus
on a snowy evening
then there are those times
when they seek us out
dictating their own rhythms
and we are simply punctuation
in a story they write for themselves
no matter ...
treat them well
give them time
spare kind thoughts for words which have eluded capture
read your foolish words of yesterday
and smile
revel in the happenstance
of the lexicon of tomorrow
words are like lovers