I think there's something in the brain that causes people to repeat things, some compulsion to latch onto simple and easily-digested (ha) bits of speech and text. Have you ever found yourself repeating a word to yourself, under your breath, until it sounds weird? Of course, you don't even have to answer that. We all do.
This is probably biological. I mean, look at birds--they sing the same phrases over and over. (Actually, male mice do too, according to modern research!) I wonder if poetry and song is just a more advanced expression of the same compulsive repetition. It certainly has a similar function: don't birds sing for mates? Well, don't people?
I'm not going to be drastic and reason away the human condition in all its glory, so for counter-examples I think I should mention William Carlos Williams and Ernest Hemingway. To take a few simple words and create a work of such emotional power as "The Red Wheelbarrow" (WCW) is a perfect expression of human craftiness and that constant upward thrust of progress.
so much depends
upon
upon
a red wheel
barrow
barrow
glazed with rain
water
water
beside the white
chickens.
chickens.
And then Hemingway. "For sale: Baby shoes, never worn."
Read that again. And again. I don't care if that's amounts to the literary equivalent of succumbing to successful advertising and buying a Big Mac, just do it. But have it your way, because when it rains, it pours. (I couldn't help myself.)

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