I turned around
No thing to do
No poem to write:
Not one, not two
When I turned around
The left was right
It took this pickle
To end the fight
And down was up
As up is down
Because thoughts were thoughts
When I turned around
Not both, not neither
Not two, not one
I think I'll celebrate this fun
Take a breather, work is done
New-born glowing, not knowlegeable
I am the baby king of all
Enjoying that crudity which is usually hated
Moving in with the Ones to Whom I'm mated
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