I am Mary,
two old gals
not the same:
You’re petite.
I am tall.
I am big.
You are small.
You keep people.
I keep dogs.
You wear sneakers.
I wear clogs.
I eat sugar.
You do not.
You feel chilly.
I feel hot.
You go flying.
I stay home.
You run meetings.
I’m alone.
I like words.
You like numbers.
You use fingers.
I’m all thumber.
I gulp coffee.
You sip tea.
I have mountains.
You, the sea.
My home and
my heart are small;
yours, both larger,
all in all.
My home and
my heart are small;
yours, both larger,
all in all.
I am here,
you are there,
and both of us
are everywhere.
Having what
the other lacks
we are filling
all the cracks
fate keeps making
trouble of.
Modus operandi:
love.
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