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Dear Sir!

Dear sir with charm and dignity
Shall I let you know a little about me?
I am neither good nor pretty
Possess not any property
Nor represent any symbol of piety

All that you see is a glimpse of popularity
A thing that belongs not to me

Let me tell you a little about me
I have no mercy or sympathy
For a heart is not a charity
For me to bestow on many
out of my deepest generosity

Let me tell you a little more about me
I have no affection towards popularity
For a heart is not a trophy
For you to triumph over many
Hence, exhibit its meaningless beauty

Dear sir with charm and dignity
I deliver to you my greatest apology
Because my eyes refuse to see
That there’s in you, an honesty

Kiambang
25122009

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