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Wrote a poem.
Greif.
Come nearer, don’t be shy,
Let greet you my old fellow.
You look suspicious? Why?
Am I for you too mellow?
And now, you’re abashed;
What have you damn expected?
That I’m gonna be crashed
‘Cause I have been neglected?
My efforts came to naught?
But life is still ongoing;
Besides, I’ve learned a lot,
Without even knowing.
This frown on my face,
You, grief, surmise its meaning;
We are in such a place
Where far above all dreaming,
Remote from fool and sages,
Beyond all times and ages,
Between the lines and pages,
Shines nothing in its beaming!
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