I was going to write a poem
beginning with the words
"He is glad", but then I
realized that I have used
"glad" in abundance, "glad"
here and "glad" there, that
it was a blade utterly dull
after so much reckless use,
and that it was a time to go
for the thesaurus, that
demon of the ancient world,
or a source of a more civilized
time, however one sees it,
and from it wrestle synonyms
that could give the impression
of a less thrift vocabulary.
14.09.2024
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