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Your Kingdom, My Life
I once lived in a realm
A kingdom as vast as an open farm
Wondering why I was offered a place so warm?
Sitting without a scepter, a head with no crown
I am just a humble servant
Not a king but one vagrant
I am honored to be an entrant
To be recognized as true servant
I have sailed many seas
Through the years lurched and subsist
Yours is the kingdom where I stand and exist
My life in your palm, so kind and so warm...
I commend, not resist!
Copyright ©
Clifford Villalon
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