Alike minds on common ground,
Together can find...
The right solutions to effect,
And produce success.
That those without a clue,
Who believe glue to use...
Is just to sniff to get high.
With no ability,
To mentally envision...
Pieces of a picture,
Picked apart by division.
Can be easily fixed.
And corrected.
Without arguing over,
Who and where one sits...
To view not pieces.
But what without opposition,
Can and should be completed...
Before attempts are made,
To defeat what benefits...
Everyone to satisfy.
'I don't understand.
Why would you mention glue?
What purpose would that serve? '
-It was used as a metaphor.-
'I don't get it.'
-Neither do you the picture.-
'I don't know why I'm here.'
-Well...
That vision to be seen,
You can immediately correct.-
'How? '
-There are two exit signs.
One to your right.
And the other to your left.
Feel free without 'metaphors',
To see them both with doors.-
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