Putting on a pedestal tall,
There was time an ego played wall,
From stature tall it did when stall,
This friendly voice beckoned to call:
Let merits much at front show, never myth,
Then talk about your name and fame,
Hardly has your pen sprouted milky teeth,
It's no shame to know one's true frame.
It has helped that pen show some spark,
Its light at least reaches a nearby park!
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Reflections | 05.12.2017 |
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