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My Inner Voice Told Me So
At the end of the meal we shared,
my participle principles split my jeans,
when you called me to split the bill!
What about the banana-split you had for dessert?
You split-up spilled friend?
Or the soggy split pea soup you
asked me to boldly forgo,
for the aperitif?
The tiff began and ended
with the present and past-principles
of split personalities,
listening to their inner voices
with split-end infinitives.
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