They sit in books of Merriam Webster
Arranging to follow strict alphabet
The words give meaning but have no texture
Keeping positions apart - anisette
To zygote - until words bring together
A story of liqueur and a brunette
Word’s kindred fashion in passion’s nether
Or uplifting goodness done in well take
But remain silent saying not whether
The damsel’s incarnadine was in sake
So to pitch woo the frog’s slithery kiss
Or was it to beckon her lover’s slake
An author brings life to a word’s cold state
And to polygamy of endless mate
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