Isn't it a strange thing to think that every book ever published -every story ever written, every essay ever eked out, every song lyric sappy poem silly rhyme and gushing love note ever left on paper, parchment, wood, or cloth- is just a different combination of 26 letters and assorted simple punctuation?
The basic building blocks of language are the same, be it a Shakespearean sonnet or a Hallmark card.
So how can I call any of these words mine?
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