How many minds have I
As many as there are
But mostly it comes down to two
And a third like a child
Running along holding on
To his hurrying parent's hands
Who frequently lose their minds
Shouting and quarreling over him
Refusing to take sides
But the mind being a prime
Number travels on and won't
Be stopped by dull infinity
It can only come to rest at last
On some human savior's breast
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