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Apr 2015
There are two kinds of people in this world.
The ones who are quite important and win,
Then there are the rest of us who fail,
Who lament, who need "Dad's" lessons,
Followers who never were worth "a cent."
Who am I? I'm nobody, but in my dreams
I can do magic, I can fly, I'm wise and useful,
To the rest of the world this unsung hero is a zero
To be completely honest, realistic and truthful.
I know...I'm probably ironically the only IDIOT here who can fail at a poem about being "a failure..." SIGH...
Alan S Bailey
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