All Manner Of Being
To her I've been:
A beggar, a bum, a poet, a thief.
All manner of beings
Including a chief.
She's loved all my beings
Much to my relief!
What can I be now -
To mystify her?
I'll just try for once
To be myself
In hopes that she keeps
My secretes to herself.
I wonder how that will be?
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