SPEAKING OF SELF

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A YOUNG POET

Sometimes self gets in
the way,
It must always be their
day..

Thinking of self, never
of you,
It's always their way,
yours won't do.
Disagreeing, with
self,
Is a fright,
Getting their way, is a
delight.
When talking with self,
One must agree,
To express, your opinion
no harmony.
Self is right, never wrong,
You sit down, where you
belong.
One will not live this way,
Self will be exposed some
day.

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