THE LINGUIST
The linguist came home on
a Thursday saying things
weren't quite the same. He'd
lost his intentions for gravitas
to a lithesome lass in the foyer.
With such a foray into his
new-found realm, this stern
man faced his brand-new day.
He turned slowly, as if to say:
'I am but half of what I now
should be, though the better
part of that is the best part
of me.'
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