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Who am I? Is that really the question?
No, that can’t be.
The real question is this:
Who could I be?
Somedays I’m King Arthur, strong and fair
A man of valor sitting in equality’s chair
I find that the lava wall is a bit fierier than usual,
Have you let Leo get too close to it?
How come you never remember my name Mr. D?
I saved the world many times
It’s worth an ounce of remembrance.
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at dinner i tell my mother
about a dark-haired, dark-eyed dolphin
that never, ever smiled
although he has everything
i ever wanted
Pounding speakers, screaming fans
It’s strange to think how this all began.
A simple story about a an orphaned boy
That conquered evil and changed my life.
Dreams of travel
Tales of space,
A single man
With a changing face.
Dutiful from the
Very start,
A vesicle
For a broken heart.
