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He pondered his legacy.
Somewhat testily.
They would never call him your majesty.
At times he felt his life a travesty.
But then an aha moment.
And he took it as an omen.
He’d always tried to love.
And felt yes that fits like a glove.
So that’s what he’d weave.
And eventually, leave.
His Majesty would leave a legacy of Love!!!
RGH
2-2-19
Thanks
PDH
