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I, Pauper Poet, Declare!
I hereby bequeath
All my writings
To my daughter
As i know i oughter
As no money
As it slipped
Haphazardly
Through my slippery fingers
Like water
Troth is spoken
No lies broken
She will inherit
Riches within my ink
Or so i'd like to think
by Jemia
All my writings
To my daughter
As i know i oughter
As no money
As it slipped
Haphazardly
Through my slippery fingers
Like water
Troth is spoken
No lies broken
She will inherit
Riches within my ink
Or so i'd like to think
by Jemia
Published 10th Jul 2023
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