Reality

That is exactly what was stated.

As simple as can be found .

Three times three is nine .

It happens every time.

 

So , you want to throw in the color blue.

That is just not what we do .

Maybe it’s tricky business.

The devil loaned his mind to you .

 

Everyone is happy as it stands.

Our side is quite content.

The ocean lingers on the horizon .

Off to white fluffy sand .

 

Well devil , yiu we’re right about the blue.

Thats just an ocean for you .

Nine was the quotient of that day .

It Wont work out any other way .

This poem is about: 
Me

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