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THE RATIO



One nose, two trills.
Breathe more, smell less
One mouth, two ears.
Listen more, speak less.

Further beyond the sea,
As far as the eyes can see.
Two also are the ears to hear.
So are the palms that cheer,
When the lonely mouth does fear.

So that we can keep watch in the day,
Listen more to whatever they say,
Close those palms when we have time to pray,
And speak less but rather make hay,
As often as we are in this flesh.

Man and woman created He them,
To compliment every now and then,
Each other's whims and carprises,
As economic goods soar in prices.
That is the natural ratio.

Two-is-to-one:
But take no undue advantage.
Even if women outnumber men in this age,
Are you the messiah to minimize damage?



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