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The crown that rests upon your head
a perfect fit with a circle of gold ...
your wealth untold
A regal stature ..you present ..upon the throne
that you ascend ...sweet nature covers this royal
birth ...sternest exchanged for joy and mirth ...
Cloak trimmed with sable fur ...soft velvet completes
the royal gown....softly fitting on your figure
enfolding your ego like a wanton child
© Ken Newman
Copyright © Ken Newman | Year Posted 2022
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