Quatrain of Next To Myself
Me
Move over, set me down next
to myself, there will be two
of me and you'll be
one.
You are so wise and I need an
edge, my thoughts pray for
alien accords sagely
spun.
When we sit down to uncover a
problem, there will be
more thoughts to
attach,
We get three opinions, and when
in trouble, we will have
one more head to
scratch.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10898
Thoughts
shall
need
no
compromise
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