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Grace of Ones Own

Many of word from mouth and quill 
Non too sacred than mind still
Look unto ones deepest of eyes
One cannot see whats hiden inside
A wiseman once told I
Never utter what thy thoughts hide
For one has thy power to behold
Power of stories untold
From enemies we may fight
To thy dear beloved wife
Nor thy fellow countryman 
To thy one trusted hand
Not a single soul doth hear
thy mind doth keep so dear

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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