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Grunts and Contractions
Where'd all the pretty words go
Phrases in the millions
Now all we use are acronyms
They're must be about kajillion
Sure time is fast approaching
We won't have need for words
Only speak in capital letters
No sentences will be heard
Acting like those early cavemen
Only gestures some quite crude
Hubby wants some lovin'
Letters will describe his mood
Is this where we're all heading
No need for loving gestures
Drooling and uttering acronyms
And grinning like a cheshire
The epitome of intelligent beings
Is their ability to utter words
Grunts and a few capital letters
Is all that's going to be heard!
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Jack Ellison
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