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Raise and bow,
hail and show,
the respect and the cheers.
There he stands,
above the highlands,
namely, the king of chairs.
Shake of fear,
trumble with tear,
when his mention is revealed.
The high king of boards,
the brainless and the odds,
and whose mind is peeled.
But when your fortune is sick,
and to the knees you should lay.
Pray for a fortune that was gone,
behind wheels digging the way.
Ask for his mercy upon the flat,
where lower parts are astray.
And hope my friend for more,
humdrum at the end of day.
The boards are hired,
the lifeless are honored,
when his rule comes a trend.
Rejoice O dull one,
the savior is not gone,
the king to you shall attend.
Salute and cheers,
out of my fears,
with no hope of repairs.
Great is my vain,
among the sane,
ruled by, a king of chairs.
Taher Shemaly
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Tuesday, February 09, 2010 |
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Tuesday, February 09, 2010 |
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