If I were heaped with constant praise
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If I were heaped with constant praise
My head would swell my hat won’t fit.
All I ask is my poems sometimes read
By comments saying words well said.

Six mumfs ago I cuddent even spel poet
Already Now by God I think I are one
I can rhyme hard things like cat and mat
And being a sudden genius is such fun.
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Written by Philip  1st November 2018.