Ange

Patterns of pointed peaks, and protrusions

Crafted intricately for us in mind

Yet its purpose offers no illusions

That with time they become harder to find

This path to obscurity deserves no sorrow

For walking through life takes a little toll

The struggle of a better tomorrow

Is shown by a worn sole

Success hides behind closed doors

Shoes allows motion; it's the doorhange

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Crap. While I really do like the words in this poem nothing rhymes with doorhange, if I continue I will butcher the rhyme scheme and that is unacceptable. Doorhange has such a nice ring to it as well. I am a starving artist, and the English language needs more words that end in ange. Feed me, Merriam Webster, Oxford Dictionary!!!

It's been three days and still no response, very well I didn't need you wither Merriam Oxford. I can stand on my own two feet and make my own word. That's right it will be like frindle, but real, and cool. COLEMAN COOL, that's a brand of cooler if you didn't know. I bet you didn't know, that's because you don't have a PHD in cooler technology, technology that makes you cooler. If you did know, nobody wants you here, leave. Thlpange /thlp-ainj/ It's like somewhere in between right and left but not straight ahead. Ford Webster will be jealous, Ox Diction must be in a panic. Thlpange is brilliant.

Forget this poem, what i should do now is to go through all the books I own and artfully insert Thlpange where it is needed. Thlpange out of Compton, perfect.