Poetic License...
a permit to say strange things in strange ways.
It's not quite Bond's License to Kill,
but, sometimes - merely by using words -
one can deceive people into thinking
that conveying meaning is one's principal goal.
It's not a Double-Oh License to Kill,
but it does let one write in secret ciphers,
with each reader providing their own key.
What mayhem might be unleashed by one operating under such a license?
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