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Words feed themselves
VASSALLO
ALFRED
POET
A FOOL I AM
I am a clown, a buffoon in other words
I am a fool.
Into this world, I arrived walking joyfully
An exuberant fool, excited and live blissfully.
I do not possess anything except a sack
I don’t care about the dangers
I’m not frightened of flack.
A dog runs after me,
Barks a lot,
It is a sign of warning,
A fool I am because I do not heed threat encountering.
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