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Words rarely travel alone.
Gangs of them gather:
haughty and sly,
reprobate and coy.
Heed their call,
mingle with rare
sweet etyma,
a revel divine.
Savory mouthfeel
and textural pension
frame and then define.
Tenebrous satiation
lingers betwixt
Greek and Latin forms,
odd linguistic mules
slide into pop culture.
This hard bop riff,
this cool improv,
hot shreds musing.
Sing, slung slang!
Roar, raring rara!
Clap, clear claque!
Word gangs rumble,
so watch your mouth.
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