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SHAPE SHIFTING SOUL
SHAPE SHIFTING SOUL
Today I shall be as an angel
Or as many may just imagine
A kind of shape shifting soul
Committed to a worthy role
Sometimes the stuff of legend
Visiting Earth to arrange all
But tomorrow I shall be free
To explore in another guise
Such that none may be sure
An identity to hate or adore
A predicament for the wise
Yet so few might know me
I could assume so many forms
And I might laugh or even cry
I’m the man behind the curtain
None may ever be so certain
But never look me in the eye
My stare that chills or warms
Copyright ©
Howard Osborne
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