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Poem. Fairy tales.
So I opened the heavy old lid
Golden with dark blue streaks
On a story never before told
Of how stealthy looks and peeks
From a million heads turned head upon head
Toward countless treasures in heaps
That appeared to have suddenly slipped
Into a beggar's grasp who keeps
Dreams in castles built of dreams
For those who wished to trade
Their eyes, ears, tongues and beliefs
For the beggar to be lord
The story may never be told
Of how one day the talentless
Dared and dreamed and schemed
To make fools out of the talented
Who followed after their dreams
So I closed the heavy old lid
And in my mind I smiled
For one day the story must be told
But by then whomever will witness
Will smile and pass the truth
For nothing more but fairy tales
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