There together, side by side.
He, the pilot; she, the ride.
Same but different is their focus:
Hers a pattern; his a locus.
His, of old, a line of red;
Hers coerce a twisted thread.
Hers, producing loops and cables;
His, a safe trip home enables.
His propels across the vast;
Hers are going nowhere fast.
Hers produce a supple fleece;
His, in excess, draws police.
Neither,...
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