Fold Poem by J.M Berger

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Fold yourself in half and be half of what you can
Sing
Sing half out of key, being half of what you can
Once there was a king who wanted no love in the land,
Unless it was justified in the end
Which it rarely was

‘This isn’t the tale I wanted.
Give me a new story.’

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