King Enegoma Poems

The love I have for you
I give not on a leaf page
Lest it withers,
But on life's tree I hang me it –
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For three full years I preened her feathers hoping they'll someday begin to fan ill bile out my sulky windows' globe.
The sharp teeth I etched for her elegance have grown into prominent peacock's feathers she applied to preen herself on me.
Now that I've reclined into my honoured shell
And found company in an inseparable snail,
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Verse 1:
Agnes, my love, your presence brings such peace,
A tranquil calm that makes my worries cease.
Your gentle nature and kind-hearted soul,
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King Enegoma

Oh, digital goddesses, like Ada Lovelace of old,
You continue to inspire and pave the way,
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