It has become something of a literary cliché to bash the thesaurus, or at the very least, to warn fellow writers that it is a book best left alone. Next to each other on the same line inside a poem,Ī small chapel where weddings like these,īetween perfect strangers, can take place. Surely, you have seen pairs of them standing forever In love with a completely different word. Wandering the world where they sometimes fall I would rather see words out on their own, awayįrom their families and the warehouse of Roget, While others huddle alone in dark streets. Such thing as a synonym and because I get nervousĪround people who always assemble with their own kind,įorming clubs and nailing signs to closed front doors I rarely open it, because I know there is no I can see my own copy up on a high shelf.
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