In a powerful glamour,
He stands.
Broader than any loyal servant.
lay on the floor,
A shilling.
He kicks aside.
The rattle, That of a snakes.
Thoughts,
Of a penny farthing.
Only he,
Is free.
Working he left many,
To serve their masters,
A steady wage,
The old, wise Sage,
But only sniggers,
To see if one suceeds,
He did. I vow!
Standing here, in the seeds.
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