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 Jun 2014 Raphael Uzor
SG Holter
To be kind and patient.
To see the child within
The heart behind a thoughtless
Mouth, and count to ten.
Treat it as such.
Be biggest.
King.  

To let the lashes heal hidden
Under a heavy cape
And not mention your pain.
Judge only
Those in need of judgement;
Leave the rest
To play.
King.

To ride into battle first; sword
Raised to an enemy campaign
And hurt only foes
With steel as wide as
The history of your beloved
Land. Win.
King.

To only wear your crown
Ceremonially.
All other days a monk; humbly
Uncovered beneath
The eyes of God.
King.
I woke up this morning
With this thought in my head
What's going to go wrong
Once I get out of bed

I don't go looking for trouble
I'd rather let it be
But trouble in life
Always seems to find me

So I take a deep breath
Place my feet on the floor
Stepping right into the present
My dog left me the night before
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