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A Man Of Little Talent

Am I an angel,

Or the devil incarnate?

Now have to stand on

my own two feet

And listen to the beat

Of my heart.

What does this say about me?

I am not a loner,

I delight in eccentricity.

Troubled minds I can cope with,

The clover they live in.

Students who walk down my street

Don’t realise

It’s tough out there.

That’s not on the curriculum,

Life is not to play for fun;

But the sun also rises

On those who don’t run.

Commitment was essential.

I never really worked,

Just had causes

I believed in.

I did my best

With what little talent

I had.

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