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A crown too heavy to wear.
Incline the head but a little
And the neck will break…
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Who, then, runs to retrieve our baubled circlet?
Its lifeless-jewels spill…
Cascade across
A stony floor.
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There was a time
When gold was valued
For its conducive properties.
Heavy is head that carries the crown. 💜
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When the power-hungry can’t see the truth of Power for the greed in their eyes.
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We get the political world picture we are all familiar with…
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This is open to interpretation, me thinks.
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Most things are… 😉
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