Let there be scratch, the words to spread the page,

the page to split the words in half, to share

as one the meaning, at the expense of some

of the meaning, the sum of the digits in pairs to split

again. Take note, but take no heed nor heart,

nor hide nor hair, nor never find it there,

where e'er it lay, there it shall ne'er be missing.

Though lead and loops be leading lines to nowhere,

It's worth its weight - I've letters left to spare.