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The Fight

The eternal optimist and
The sardonic realist
In my head
Are fighting for control

Every day.

Last week, they were hiding in the trees and using bows and arrows.
Yesterday, it was a fencing duel.
Today, it’s a bare-knuckled fist fight.

I don’t know why they fight.
Neither will win.

I wish they’d just stop and share a cup of tea already.
Maybe with some petit fours.

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