It Is Simply About The Words
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I am not into popinjays and 'well known' names,
Rather each golden word that glistens on the page.
For there are those who graft and craft regularly,
While others rely on their 'personalities'.
It seems, that those who like to scheme and chase big dreams;
Those who constantly seek applause and faux glory,
Are often the ones with nothing of note to say.
They're as fleeting as sunshine on a summer's day.
O in my time, I have seen them all come and go
And very few of them can move my sovereign soul!
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