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By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   There are journeys I have travelled

Driving cadillac convertibles

Toward shore in a canoe with paddles

The lawyer turned judge

Calling to order with his gavel

Man with pacifier on hand

To quiet a baby's babble.

Ballroom ladies whose faces grim

Flowers worn as ribbons

From garden hedges trimmed

A sage's eye saw that theirs hadn't dimmed

Words heeded by lovers sealed with a kiss

Poor girl marries the rich handsome prince

The ruler of the world

Is the only ruler of kings

Time zones escaped

Snipped with scissors which bonsai trees shaped

Witness of the unwilling

That often times was raped

A chameleon of sorts some say

Role playing for life everyday

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