Titus
Ressano Garcia was the place
Where first I saw, young Titus’ face.
And unexpect’, brought light within.
A feeling good. No questioning.
Your messengers.
My role? Your plan?
Forgive me God, I’m born of man.
Titus came and went – All yes confers.
So blessed with many faces that I’ve seen.
So blessed with tales of man and kin.
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