Today's word is "verbicide" ... The willful distortion or depreciation of the original meaning of a word.
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Poets can say most anything,
That the sky is pink as rain,
Or cows are flying overhead,
Or that beauty's a form of pain.
They might confess to visions,
Of realities unknown,
Or invent verbicidal images,
That make average people moan.
There's so much freedom in this craft,
(No one knows the rules.)
That sometimes we just run amok,
'Cause we can't control our tools.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2014
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