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Unimagined

In my pain, I have gained In my shame, I got a name In my loss, I never was lost In my penury, I went through the refinery- there my destiny was revealed And who would have thought all along that a slob from the slum could have the guts to leave the ruts to be a king with a ring on a throne and cant be dethroned by any imaginable human effort.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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