Life, Poetry

Ever

Wherever thou dost create art
There wilt thou also be
Whatever lies in thy heart
Wilt falsely accuse even thee
Whoever plays thy part
Acts the fool you see
Whenever thou dost depart
Then shalt thou flee
However thy prayer start
So shall it be thy plea
Thus the poem before the cart
Dost now end so obviously

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