A Kings Cruel Court
My life is a jester,
Crackling a court of peers.
With no way to defend,
I do all I can to hold back my tears.
A lonely path I follow,
Just searching for a friend.
My purpose is so uncertain,
I wonder if it will ever end.
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bubbles14posted on 08/12/2007
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