Nouns are precise, they wear
The boots of authority;
Nouns are not easily pleased.
Nouns are assured, they know
Whom to precede and whom to follow,
They know what dependence means,
That touchstone of happiness;
They need no apologist.
When nouns fall to disuse, and die,
Their bones do not coalesce.
Such absences implicate
No person, no place, no thing.
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