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Though I Am Bald With Wisdom As A Monk, You Are Bald Senseless As The Olden Junk. Nowise Would A Scorn From You Me Dismay, For My Goodly Goodness...

Though I am bald with wisdom as a monk,
You are bald senseless as the olden junk.
Nowise would a scorn from you me dismay,
For my goodly goodness is far away.

- Joshua Guillory
Wednesday, February 24, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: victory
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February 24,2021, E A.M.... far away (far away from you) for meanings of other words visit my allpoetry page and poem...
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