Every chord's been played and combined with lyrics.
No sooner do I think of a song but I hear it
on the radio in someone else's words.
There are no more firsts, only seconds and thirds.
Language evolves like new strains of germs
but there's no new sounds (except those made by worms)
and this poem is just words that you've already heard
but I'm pretty sure it's a new combination of words.
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