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I Don’t Agree With Myself
I do not accept these conditions I seek harmony inside this skin But find plenty to argue about I never got along with language At love with the sound of the word more than the meaning Any argument can start there Vacuum is a three syllable word Where only two of the syllables are pronounced Does that mean the alphabet can do without The letter K What would replace that letter On my ceyboard The sound of fury would fit perfectly Please tell me you don’t agree As I most esteem native cross talkers And current thought riders If I can’t agree with myself Then I really doubt that you can
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