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ones do make the lonely number

through and through,
do numbers meet,
multipling its all through fleet,
ones may shoot,
twos defend,
threes just stand,
in a marching band,
there fleet do weep,
as they never sleep,
along with there never meet,
ones now stand,
alone and weep,
as twos and threes now do deplete,
along with there musicle feet.

as threes and twos now stand and fall,
all thats heard is there depleting all,
ones and twos need contemplate,
as threes stand marching,
with its all through fleet.

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  • Tadd
    October 9
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    awesome


  • Blue-Rose Beauty
    September 4

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    ones may shoot,
    twos defend,
    threes just stand,
    in a marching band,

    Ooh, love the metaphors of numbers! Great write. I enjoyed this one, very true.