Those Two Poem by Morgan Michaels

Those Two



Humor has a merry mien:
he warms the blood and heats the soul
and percolating through the spleen
purges from it Envy's bile.

But Wit has on his sabor tip
the heart of many a paladin
who travelled far to challenge him.
He doesn't lose. He plays to win.

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