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Mar 2010
The only thing
I really want
Ito earn my place
upon my throne.

I don't want my dream
just tossed to me
like a platter full
of roasted duck.

My throne's construction
of Burgundy satin,
and golden throngs,
call out its splendor
to all that witness.

I shall and must
refuse my throne
until  I can see
I wont heed any call
it sends to me.

I can only cherish
the things that will prove
what mine IS mine.
And that is my throne.
Written by
Daniel C. Jones
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