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THE TALENTED

I am talent
Discreet under riots
Brighter with a furnace
Moved by little
Entitled to many
Sharing dreams of the future
Brighter than a politicians present salary burnt up.

I am talent
Weakened by little
Loving the whinning masses
Claps aloud
Dreams alike
I like to please
A crowd that makes my dreams alive
Bringing out me
Bringing in we

I am talent
Molded by many
Greatness they strive to bring out in me
Mistakes I shake to make
Ambition they always confide
Achievements we rejoice
A great cake to all enjoy
I AM TALENT.

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