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WHEN CRAFT WAS KING
Scarcely a hair
was left on his head,
He was the true picture
of man walking dead,
His dressing gown torn
arms withered and worn
unable to walk
from bed to the throne,
Still, he was King,
the will and the power,
he wheezes commands
to henchman and bower,
They dress him in ermine
and fix his high crown,
King of the Circus,
a terrible clown.
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