Rule of Three
My mom used to make me breakfast before school.
The microwave would beep three times.
I have my own microwave now.
I made the wrong choice.
My mom lives alone.
I live alone too.
I like driving sometimes.
They like to follow me.
I change the radio three times.
“And three strikes means-“
“Love da da da-“
“If you don’t, it will hurt you-“
I tap the steering wheel three times, and it works.
An airplane goes by, so they stop following me.
I should consider being happy.
I can predict things.
There are always three choices in life.
We have three, always.
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