They fly away when you try
To scribble a riddle
Or describe a nettle.
Words are like an eel,
They are slippery still,
If well put they may heal,
The soul of a beloved ill.
Take words for a thief
That has taken the wife of a thief
And may get caught if,
He has come to a dead end, the cliff.
Words sometimes bite
With their ironical might.
They may provoke a fight
Or keep one awake all night.
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