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Apr 2016
I was called a fool,
By those whom I call ‘friends’
But then I always say,
“You mow, you sow, you grow”

I was frowned upon,
By those whom I call ‘masters’
But then again I always say,
“You mow, you sow, you grow”

I was called a nobody,
By those whom I call ‘everybody’
But then again and again I always say,
“You mow, you sow, you grow”

I was called a nuisance, an alien, a reject, a loser, a coward…
By an angry someone whom I call ‘myself’
But then again, always, and forever, I’ll say,
“You mow, You sow, you grow”
(02 – 09 - 16)
Meister Lendonshire
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   Aeerdna and Thomas P Owens Sr
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