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It's awesome how the meaning of a word slowly changes.
It is awful when it changes too fast.
Today a person might write the new meaning,
but be taken to mean the mean of the past.
It once was nice to be simple and foolish;
over two hundred years it was dainty and precise.
Pejoration, usage - assumptions in common;
and more centuries turned something horrible to nice.
And yet a fine balance must be struck when defining
our terms - for definition itself may need terms -
and we teeter above a near infinite regression;
and no-one should eat such a diet of worms.
Some may sophisticate to bludgeon opponents
while others will wallow in Orwellian speak,
yet anyone using these devilish devices
reveals an ankle that is Achilles and weak.
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