What cue would you need to write that all important poem
That could churn your words with a buttery charm
Melt in the mouth sweet pastry lines
To not taste them would be a most heinous crime.
In which person would you write,
The first, the third or the last?
I for one would rather the many identified
He, nor she, but they sounds right
And if the last, what ending would it be.
That could sum up all the loneliness
Nor they, but one infinitely.
The bitterest of endings,
To play, to speak without audience
An unending soliloquy?
END.
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