Madam, I have a mind. I listen here
For Reason's knock upon
the door;
And quickly fetch him in. I know his knock,
His strident
voice all trembling,
His strong hand clutching 's if to break my arm.
But Intuition --
humble -- only taps upon the wood;
And if absorbed in Reason's strident
speeches
I miss her gentle offer to come in -
I suffer. Madam,
Intuition is my wife.
Reason - is just a neighbour prone to butt
into our
affairs.
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