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Aug 2020
When I was 49, I dreamed of being a paragliding King and having everything I wanted.  But that was long ago, and my dreams did not unfold, so I'm still the King of nothing.

When I was 50 I dreamed I gave my email to a flying Queen and then I held her.  But that was FlySpain's fault for I have no job at all, and I'm still the King of nothing.

If I could rule, I'd fly my cares away, find lifty air every day.  I wouldn't have to listen to other Kings and Queens, poor fool say I'm the King of Kings, I'm the King of nothing.

All Hail the King and Queen
Written by
Ianthechimp
67
   mister truth
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