Tumbling about and weaving, trying to make believing.
These words I fling together, bound by a tether might just spill forth and roll about forever.
But the fun and often so much more, in toying with words I do so adore.
Is worth every little moment, but I ask for no atonement.
In sometimes being silly but this world would be rather chilly.
If there was not ways to explore our minds and sometimes receive words so kind.
Thank you Tehya *cuddles* it is nice to feel appreciated
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