When the words come tumbling
Out of my sentence sort machine
Making points from sense disjoints
My bouncing ideas trampoline
I always find the teasing pleasing
Am surprised at what occurs
From the foggy muddle treadmill
Escaping from those wordless blurs
I need not start at the beginning
I often keep that to the end
Let each story tell itself
And let the ending recommend
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