There’s no sound more important than the schwa,
Which is about the blandest sound there is,
Itself the essence of a verbal pause.
All unstressed vowels devolve to that soft uh,
Exhalation of minimal effort.
Once upon a time, long decades ago,
A linguistic geographer, dead now,
Sat at the head of a long seminar
And said, delighted, Schwa! I love you, schwa!
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