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@ Shreefal Mehta, 4am, 4th Nov 2020

To hear this said aloud, go to: https://youtu.be/K0RlhmNu5eI


Woke up at four AM
4th November twenty twenty
Surprisingly, unchanged from the PM
No answers but results a plenty 

The USA is trying to prove 
How a two headed animal can move
Can visions seemingly far apart
Mesh like gears and move the cart? 

Trying to see – how, now
Do we fulfil the vow ?
Our constitutional’s preamble
Do we see through the bramble?

Thinking some more, the coin drops in the slot.
Heads and tails we are in the same melting pot.
We must live as one heart if not one head
The right side pumps blue blood and the left, red. 

When we look at the blue gem of our spinning globe 
Seen from space flight, we know we’ll be all right
While half is always in a dark robe
The other half is always in the light.

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