Words don’t play by the rules;
They make their own.
Flowing on mother tongues,
Chattering in foreign voices;
Lips forming history,
Spelling out the future.
Word Play- A Poem by Becky Bye
1–2 minutes
Words don’t play by the rules;
They make their own.
Flowing on mother tongues,
Chattering in foreign voices;
Lips forming history,
Spelling out the future.
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