I open my laptop, the cursor blinks bright My fingers are ready to type through the night But quickly I find, with a groan and a sigh That some words just laugh as my fingers fly by Rhythm appears like a sneaky old trick I hit every key but it just doesn't stick No vowels in sight, just a lone little y It wriggles and dances and waves me goodbye Phlegm is disgusting in spelling and sound Silent letters just lounging around

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