April 9, 2004

These Squiggles

These squiggles that fill the lines
That so many have used
These squiggles convey meaning
That talk silently but scream resounding
These squiggles release an emotion
That consume a being
These squiggles make ripples
That convince others to make waves
These squiggles record a history
That describe vivid images
These squiggles
A testament . . . of mankind.

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