and I’m saying it’s about
whatever it’s about
to you that’s a poem
and there’s another poem
which is what it’s about
to me so you see
I write a poem and now
it’s two poems
that must be good
and poets must be good
to do that yes
we are good like, oh,
parents, and teachers
who make two from one
or three from two
yes good and
yes to good I say
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