Again. A poem. By me. Slightly copying.
Two We's
Obvious ego can tear
What keeps being redone
A you and a me and a we're
Is what makes our friendship so fun.
Watching spread out bright screens
And sitting gently close
It's what our likeness means
As we twinkle with our toes
Missing some deeper like
The two gander away
Get lost on a two person bike
And find destination to stay
Simple as two can be
And complex as we are
Friends up in the same crazy tree
Gazing at the bright wishing star
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