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XXXXVI
Fk the world
& Fk you too
You will all know
I made it on my own
After I succeed
When no one else
Believed in me
I don’t care
If its now or never
Deep down inside
Its always been
Predetermined since before
Like the Lion
The King of his sphere
Always has a wild
Tale to be told
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.
Alone
I find the friend
Best suited for me
Of thousands
In infinite variation
He who I really miss
Is me in solitude
Unreigned I prowl my planet
This sphere where I king
In this moment of glory
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.
.
First night of workweek
Spent in celebration
Japanese Beer
Roasted beef on bone
My wife’s kisses
Mary’s juicy ass
On the oven
Reread’n my writing after all
Have proclaimed my works a Loss
Stubbornly I see only
Beauty & Vividness
Celebration to me
& I the only attendant
Life is most happily spent
In an accustomed enviornment
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