I gave my children
Middle names
Of people
Who had climbed
To fame,
Out of the fog
Of history books,
Which remains obscure
Since no one looks;
But in these names
I prophesized
Where to them
Their future lies;
And sad am I
For now I see
They lived up to
Their history.
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