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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My poor vocabulary babies are gon missing Tell me kind sir, have you seen them? Us etymological mothers to lingual children of lost former meaning, we are milk carton crying Many hotline tips that the academia search party have been receiving, unfortunately, has borne no adjective fruit of root cause discovery And my poor alphabet unprotected babies are still missing Some concerned voices anonymously said, they saw a couple of little colloquial diaper tykes being censored kidnaped late last night And when dem’ dim synonym scoundrels were spotlighted , they fascistically warned them: Steer clear of this word dirty business, y’hear Then they rattled their mouth-muzzling, zip-lip sidearms, menacingly — They said my innocent children were gonna grow-up and cause much sheer mental fear My infant’s harmless homonym eyes were New Tact censured hijacked, Shanghaied as a matter of consonant fact Somebody please bring those amber pure children of innocent nomenclature origin back I, Octavia do motherly beg, asking with august favor most acacia For the cross-cultural media to free-speech help me find my lost idiom babies, please! So that I, and other etymologist mothers can stop feeling this unabridged pain ... such emotional scarlet ink heart stain A bridge of crimson tears over troubled, choppy, wordy waters — overflowing with maternal fears This milk carton crying for my precious vowels, verbiage dressed babies, who are now missing ... Has so bereaved my quill-pricked soul with perpetual sorrow Deep Orwellian sadness for these snatched, suckled lost former meanings has adverbial sent me empty intellectual bassinet sighing And barren cradled bosom ananym thoughts a-dying
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