my was and i
conversed at length.
he could not see me well
, hear me not at all.
i laughed at him
: strutfully he would vainglorious
but cry beneath the de(con)ceit.
rock-a-bye, i(feeling pity)told my was, :
pride and cried and greed are gone.
i laughed again
it
was
what
he
needed.
my was and i then looked
at my will
standing tall.
stronger than the two of us(me)
(i hoped, anyway),
w(i)e liked what we saw.
--i. pity d. fool
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