When a poem like this
gets set to go
all bets are on
all rhymes combine
all rhythms flow
all words slow down
then speed up, stop
"hey" - look around
"did you bring the map?"
which way is west?
words bunched up fast
directionless
'til one says "HEY!"
"This way, let's go!"
and off they fly
combine, and flow
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