My Name
Its only six letters,
six first and six then.
Its meaning much louder,
It thrusts in the head.
I guard and I shield it,
for its weak in the legs.
It guides and obscures me,
from all the dismay.
A fortune to have it,
an opulent grade.
A fortune to have it,
for it is My name.
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