When word is written
And meaning is clear
It is what it says
That you will hear
A word alone
Laborious
Or by itself
Glorious
Alone it may speak
But it's tone is not heard
A writer misjudged
On one single word
But string them together
In laborious muse
Your words breathe life
And colorful hues
Eyes are your witness
To thoughts so dear
When you read them
Make sure you hear.
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