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The King
Born on a cold day
with the moon shining on him at night,
crying as a newborn child
he saw the light.
In a ghetto he screamed
for the first time.
He was raised happy as he could be
without other chances, but fighting.
Knowing nothing else,
he learned that he was the best.
He grew up strong,
after being hit one day after the other,
engaged with a guitar
as his best friend.
He had been successful rolling
down to Mississippi with love
for the whole world.
Going up to Memphis
you can be haunted by his voice.
Going back to Memphis,
you will be returned to sender,
the king will open the mail box
Copyright ©
Maria Fernandez-Garcia
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