Soul's Stolen House
The Brain and the Heart ran into each-other one day
at the Soul's door,whose house had been stolen
After a formal greeting ( they had in common a distant respect)
they entered the house and left their presents.
The Brain had brought a cup full of reasons, ancient and newer wise thoughts,
conclusions of others and of his own,
all his wrinkled substance he had brought.
The Heart had a small bottle with a small, very small quantity
of love essence in it.
In respect to the Soul's sorrow, they exchanged no words, and left
each in their own direction, to live end exist separately.
Well, they knew their presents would be enough to refurnish the Soul's home.
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