Noun

You’re a person/place, no thing

You’re my all the songs I sing.

White dove, you, but on the wing

then, blackbird calling, Call . . .

ing.

There’s a chime; it’s you, a ding.

Playing pong and you’re the ping.

A bee, a wasp? with kindly sting:)

No.

There is no dangling string.

Merry, merry, merry ring:

your name.

I was a prince, now king.


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