Over the Over

Accused of overvaluing intelligence,
I took offense defensive and appalled.
The added over didn’t scan. It made no sense.
Would she prefer the child’s engine stalled?

It took some pondering to comprehend –
we’ve talked so long and frequently, we each
resent the other’s certainty. My friend
asserts a lot, and I attempt to teach.
We love but sometimes find each other boring.
That’s when the best response is calm ignoring.

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