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Words Free As Confetti (by Pat Mora)
Come words, come in your every color.
I'll toss you in storm or breeze.
I'll say, say, say you, taste you sweet as plump plums,
bitter as old lemons.
I'll sniff you, words, warm as almonds or tart as apple red,
feel you green, and soft as new grass.
The poet's main purpose is to express her feelings about-?
What is express her feelings about words?