by Geoff Weilert
Maybe, it’s just me But it sound quite absurd To have letters in words That are seen but not heard. I have this idea Which can’t be dispelled, That those aberrant words Someone long ago misspelled. These misspelled words Before anyone could sight’em Throughout all the years Were repeated ad infinitum. So words now have letters, That seem quite out of place And serve no other purpose Than taking up space. The silent letters Where ere they occurred I now gather up To make the first silent word. So watch real closely The reason’s because, I might be using that word Whenever I pause.
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