There doesn't seem to be enough room in here
for myself and anyone else.
I'm in the corners and I'm in the cupboards
and I lie horizontally across the floor.
I step over myself when I pass between rooms and
I'm forever waiting for me to finish before I can
begin.
But I've had long talks and
(even) longer walks with
myself
and myself and I have gotten rather close over the years
and
these days
I would recommend myself highly
should I
ever
ask.
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