watch me in the rhetoric
I have a pleasing sound
I twist and turn and play on tongues
I am a mellifluous kind
I ebb and flow
a honeyed drawl
in mouths butter wouldn't melt
spit me out I fall soft and close
an apple in proverb
I sit so nicely in the fray
a tangible delight
I dance and play and I am always
an honourable end to a fight
men use me when they love and hate
they utter me when they praise
I may stutter and I stumble but
in death I am always heard
'who am I' and
my name you ask
you should not be so absurd
you know me well
and indeed you know me,
I am the spoken word
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