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Apr 2018
Words. Words. What an odd word, the word word is.
It has vowels and deep sounds.
It grumbles and roars.
The sounds percolate in my mouth,
Unfamiliar, yet free.
And it comes to a close,
my wits at an end.
But what end?
Where have they ended?
Where does it stop?
Stop. Stop. Stop.
And begin again.
Jo Barber
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Jo Barber  22/F
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       Michael Martins, r, Jamadhi Verse, --- and francesca
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