By the power of three I
Do ignite thee, a wanton willow
Who hangs by the sea. A dazzled
Duck who ran out of luck, and
The faded memory that only we
Can see.

Three odd things, one followed
Another, resonating through
Time. That being, the ‘oh’, so divine.
Only three, always three, has to be

Philosophers pondered, critics
Questioned and Linguists explored,
Why it had to be three…yet
No answer was revealed.

Even today, the secret remains,
Hidden to everyone.

Except for you, and Me, who knows
What we can see in the number


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