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Greatness


Greatness

To be sure
My language art
Replicates itself
Just as Picasso
Duplicates himself
Without remorse
Carting off the horse
In a Lamborghini
Filmed for the unsuspecting
By Fellini
Composed by classics
Like Rossini
In a world of comparisons
I am dreamy
But not without steamy thoughts
Which always get me into trouble
As the bubble bursts
It's a fine start
The illusion reveals
A delusion
Delivered with a mild fart
As such, I must keep it to myself
My greatness, it seems, must stay on the shelf
Where it remains as a shining example
To those who wish for a stardom burst
Stand with those merely ample



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