Twenty four hundred
minus fourteen and a third
the math don't work out
it's not base ten, word?
Sad as most anything
you might have heard
What might not ever be
one act, two
dare I ask for a third one?
seems like I designed
for failure from word one
they should make stories like that
but I never heard one
and a third's a tall order
but I'm a clever bee
I'll tell a tale how past a fail
a third one stuck
I'm on a long haul Saul
ain't no word one shuck
after all the arrows you
heard one struck
I named that bullseye
the forever free
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