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Found

Acclaimed, I'm not, for written word.
Known only by my loved ones eyes.
My gift hid well,
amongst strangers words,
trapped in mountains of unseen tries.
Still kept alive by hope and want.
Believing hard my rightful place.
The written words, I now scroll,
continue on to prove my case.

When then shall I, my fortune hold?
My rightful place in life secure?
I set in ink and pen my plea,
your eyes seek I to take my lure.

Nicholas Sheehan

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