(Poem #479 on new numbering scheme)
Words spill out like cars on a highway.
They spin swirls, like oil on water.
Rising up, they take on birds.
They mumble to themselves.
And problems emerge.
Difficult words.
Confusing.
Gentle.
Stop.
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