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When just a child the poet's mom said "Son Throughout your life beware the sin of pride Remember this when every day is done What counts the most is who you are inside" At first he thought his mother's words unfair For recognition surely has its place In time he witnessed prideful thoughts can flare When undue adulation supplants grace The poet took to heart his mother's words Too many accolades can turn your head Vainglory flits away on wings of birds What's left is mostly emptiness and dread Life immersed in modest exhibition Satisfied with honorable mention
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