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[fledgist]

language trips up not just the unwary
the power in words is not one to defy
the truth can injure far more than a lie
significance itself is more than scary
each of us moves onward although weary
our goal is not so far we can't descry
its looming presence no one could deny
our eyes can focus on it however bleary
the distance becomes smaller with each pace
emotion angers reason with its force
the words we utter make the hearer gape
yet at the same time appreciate their grace
applaud as each comes through the course
and beauty finally takes its full shape