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Herd Profile: A Lord's Poems
I was once a lord of words, One to bring a tear to your eyes, With the right word I always could, Fall a star from the skies. Perhaps the glory has gone, But the ink has not run dry, I will still compose my song, I will still enjoy my rhymes. Gone are the days of writing for others, Now I write only for my own self, How I love to compose of lovers, Of a glorious heart and a mind full of wealth. |
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