Those words that come at night wash
swim the room like pieces of litter
flowing down a gutter in rainfall
cooling the street and gloom.
Then come the slow-moving
two-wheeled wheelbarrows
pulled by a pair of worker
words pulling like tugs
the barges of raw sense:
to to wit
to to whom
to to why
to to reason
of of love
in in fear
two by two
far and near.
The Coming of the Toads 
Wordy .
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The vast majority of words are redundant, as past history proves, from a distant distance, what one hears with one’s ears that appears to share in common is noisy sound.
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I fell down the well.
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Well said 😉
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