Dear Diary
This will be brief, a sonnet of fourteen lines
First eight, then six, to be complete
Before the sun rises and shines
And what then will be contained
In this not-so epic ode?
Truth is, I am at a loss
For myself, I can't decode
So, my Silent Partner
Want to switch places for a while?
In each others shoes
We could walk an hour, or mile
Then I'll be you, and you'll be me
And I'll be rid of Mister Three
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