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ONE, TWO, THREE...

One is not all it is cracked up to be, Is it?
Wearing a onzie and riding that ridiculous unicycle.
Or standing at lonely only attention like a soldier with nothing to guard!
Not like Two.
Two is a more respectable number, wearing pinstripes with lapels and a proper pocket square.
Two is exactly twice what One could ever hope to be!
Two even wears matching socks and carries an umbrella when it rains (and even when it doesn’t),
sneaking occasional disapproving glances at Three!
Three is triple the threat of One, and a flashier number than Two.
Three is a tripod, for goddsakes, a diamond !
But It has too many sides, so many aliases.
Tois,Trice, Tre....
Has it perhaps been too many places for a respectable member of the numerological gentry?
But at least it is not a lowly number like Four that spends all its days on all fours, like a base beast of the field!
We will say nothing about 5 and 6 and 7
The less said about those overly sociable integers. the better!
And the farther we stay away from Zero, despite its fancy additive identity, (and its homely likeness to an alphabetic 0) the happier we all will be!

FALLING IN PLACE

You can drown without water

You can fall without any soft earth beneath your feet

You can search for the childhood that never was

The floor that isn’t there

We are bone China cups on an unsteady shelf

In this bang bang life

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