I often wondered
and pondered,
And my mind tried
and prompted,
Why on our head and on
its sphere,
He pinned not one, but two eyes
and two ears,
Trying to comprehend, the magic
there is in twos,
Hands, legs, ears and eyes all in
fashioned twos.
We know he best knows only,
No one but him and him solely,
Why in his exception and perfection,
Perfection he created without exception,
Two eyes, two ears on our head it shows,
And two doorways to the nose.
You can tell the same tale,
Or most times pitch the same sale,
To a pair of ears, two brilliant people,
And of those same people,
Ask it back to your ear to hear,
And it could come out on different tiers.
Or when tasked to drop the hammer,
Could be in spring, winter, or summer,
Your mind best embraces good counsel,
Of both sides which of the two to cancel,
From two ears no matter on which sector,
Into our ears the claim did enter.
But I did myself a
favor,
Not in my wondering thoughts
to add flavor,
To his mystery and wonders,
and perfection,
Concealed in not just twos by
his conception,
But ones and twos and threes, all by
the creator,
One marriage, of two, best three with
the originator.
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