My hands run at the beck and call
of the master upstairs.
It is strange to think of the master
and servants as being one.
Their differences are many though
they share the same vessel.
Master can be uptight at times,
the servants don't mind being
carefree. They get along as
well as strangers like them can.
I wonder what they would make
of being described this way?
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