Oh little me who is so cruel and mean
And bigger me who's lovely and who's kind
They mix up and I'm something in between
That when I think to look is what I find.
And so I am three things although I'm one,
I am what you believe it is you see,
I am the tale I think that I have spun
And I am also what is really me.
So, mixed up in a mess of flesh and blood,
Are all the things that make a Mr Peek,
That when I finally go down in the flood,
Will then add up to zero, so to speak.
So I am many things but only one,
And all the things I am add up to none.
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