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Draw the attention of one and all To the words by which you’ve bore your sole; Pouring your heart out with pen in hand, Hoping someone else might understand. But it may as well be a plain whit leaf, If to only yourself you share your grief. Yield your thoughts and you will find That many others are of like mind; Or have convictions like your own. So plant your seeds and see what’s grown. Give your verse the respect it deserves. Name it well with wit and with nerve. For just as a king without scepter and crown; Without Title is just man, and will never be known.