Wordsmith
Words are all I know,
And all I wish to know.
They are my weapons
And also my tools.
Words of wisdom,
From the mouth.
I am no poet, merely
An ordinary conduit.
Words flow through me
From the land of thought
To the realm of print.
I am but a single outlet,
One of innumerable billions,
For a stream that never ceases,
And never stops changing.
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