Counts
One. Two. Three.
One. Two. Three.
One. Two. Three.
One.Two.Three.
One.Two.Three.
One.Two.Three.
OneTwoThree
OneTwoThree
OneTwoThreeOneTwoThreeOneTwoThree
Oneandtwoandthree
Oneandtwoandthree
Oneandtwoandthree
Threes
Always threes
Said Three times
Not two,
Not Four,
But three.
Severe OCD
That's what they call it.
Normal Life.
That's what I call it.
I can't win.
I know that.
But all I do can't be for naught.
I want to make my mark.
So I'll put my threes to use.
Make a lightbulb explode
And then
Then, then maybe I'll be noticed, remembered, recorded
Forever in history
As the girl
Who needed only to count to three
Three, three
To be in history
History, History...
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