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I have taught, written, and spoken in the giant marketplace of Khem.
I would speak and write in Egypt's marketplaces and all around its rim.
One day through the crowd and dotted stands, I peered at the King's Guard making their way through the masses.
It looked as though they were headed in my direction, so to be sure I put on my long distant glasses.

As they approached I had no feelings of guilt or fear for I knew I had done nothing wrong.
The guard approached slowly and said my present is earnestly requested by your majesty the King, so please come along.
I was henceforth rapidly escorted to the castle in a most prestigious way.
Leading me to the King the guards were mannerly because of my head of gray.

Just ahead were the King's chambers I peered as guards directed me to the beginning of a long flowing velvet carpet.
I was so surprised at the long distance the King's Guards had to travel to Kemet to get to my humble stand of poetry in the market.
I witnessed the King motioning to me to approach as I see the Queen's gown disappear through a nearby slow-closing door.
Come closer the King said with an air of secrecy in his voice which aroused my senses to the core.

The King said news of your remarkable inspiring work has reached my kingdom and my domain.
In your work, I find courage, unseen truths, and seeds of wisdom and there is much to gain.
Come even closer as he whispered in my ear, write poetry for my Queen, give it to me and let no one know about this work you have done.
From that moment on the King was overjoyed with his happy Queen as her love for the King and his poetry grew but later the King sent a courier to my humble abode saying, Continue cultivating my son for the harvest is great and your work is second to none.

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