My Throne

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I sit on my throne on the top of the world and ponder...
How did the world become what it is?
All the problems I see around me,
And then it happens...
I see the sky
the wide open sky, like the changing colors on a painters canvas
It reminds me of the beautiful world
The flowers, the oceans, but mostly, the tree I sit on in my front yard





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