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QUANTITY.

QUANTITY.

Five fingers, five singers, five wedding ringers - not one, could make her stay.
Four baguettes, four snippets, four dancing silhouettes - not one, could keep him away.
Three chairs, three stairs, three stray hairs – every one, would become grey.
Two wives, two knives, two swarming bee hives - not one, could ever say.
One woman, one man, one open plan - not one could show me the way.

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