Long ago, there was a poet...
A poet who bought words...
Long ago there was a poet
a poet who bought words
by arranging the beautiful words he purchased
He gained the fame that allowed him to avoid loneliness
And the wealth to live a trouble-free life.
On day, the poet met a village girl
And wanted a word that could express the gallop of his heart and the tremolo that overcame his brain
The poet bought as many words as he could
but could not find one word that fit perfectly
time passed;his wealth ran out
the poet eventually died a sad end.
That sunny morning many tears were shed
Many funeral songs were played,
But there were no words of condolence,
The poet had already bought them all up.
(Author Unknown)
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