The nature and use of language,
With its labyrinth of rules to wend,
It being so widely scattered,
All hard to comprehend.
It’s a librarian soup of book fillers.
A kaleidoscope of oft uttered noise.
The verbalised phantom of words,
With all of the mood each employs.
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A salad of words we mix and use,
Like patriotic, mathematic and robotic.
We’re shackled to such, either fluent or halting,
Like permissive, dismissive, neurotic.
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A complex trove, riddled with thoughts,
Each group a meaning uncovers.
Each collection giving life to some theme,
And several billion others.
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The joy of uttering sounds with tones,
For any that want to hear,
Despite within each mother tongue,
There’re changing from year to year.