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I have written an étude in words: a short, technically accomplished fragment with no passion or meaning behind it. One to practise thinking on in my spare hours. An object-lesson.
(Note that it is not a tongue-twister. It is an étude, like one that Czerny or Chopin might have written for the piano. Another term for it might be 'rhythmical koan.')
Here it is:
'Stay in the Seychelles,' say Seychelles shells who've moved to Chelsea. 'You'll never see what Chelsea shells see in Chelsea.'