Saturday, April 18, 2015

I Love Words ...

I love words, and have loved them since my
English Prof back in 1966 challenged me (that's
Another story).
Words are my friend and my enemy.
They welcome and defy me.
Sometimes compliant; sometimes defiant.
They fall into place, sometimes.
Sometimes, like getting blood out of a
Turnip.
Words continue to amaze me.
So many words.
Many I rarely use.
I keep wrestling with them. And,
They with me.
Never a clear winner.
But always the delight.
Of a hard fought
Fight.

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