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just mine
heads or tails
which is mine,
the toss of coin
a somewhat sign
it seems that world
is divided up
with what Is base
and what divine,
what be ours
and what be theirs,
the lack of feeling
or most of care,
a selfish bent
of song to spare,
of all the treasures
so precious mine,
i covet deeply
my love of rhyme,
it’s here I bare
my deepest thoughts,
unsaid to some,
to others sought,
but, just mine
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