Grammar is Love

poetry

A strange thing it is to be enamored of 

the machine. Enrapt.

The machine:

Undiscerning and rigid—

The wheels and cogs that drive infinite potential.

A verb is a verb and ever will be

A noun is a noun and always has been

Grammar is Love

The namer of names, thanks for telling me.

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