I Am Word
My purpose is to be expressed
And to impress
I am never stressed,
I define the press
I cannot be suppressed
I thrive under duress
I can be oppressed
If arranged in a mess,
but I am able to redress
I am obsessed
With my dress,
The wrong colour can depress
I am always searching to find a new delivery address,
To relief stress
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