Ode to the Poet who is my Father
Evon, see, comes to the scene looking well
whose Benevolence incomparable
I try and I faile at forgiveness.
Not because I am incopetent though
but because it is his name I forward
with each and every letter is composed
Equality, Peace, Love, and Uniqueness
none of them are similar Each is percfect
such as the yellow flower petal formed
counted as inclusive and exclusive whole
in each one is a dimension closer
had it a common stock it was gentler
It took no airs from another to scar.
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