The King Poem by Daniel I Brown

The King

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I sit upon this thinking stone,
A symbol of my aches and moans…
Tedious groans of discontent and fallibility….
Transpired and transformed by creativity,
Do away with negativity,
Although I don’t see it within myself to do so…
I will find a way, you will see…

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