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Jose Garcia Villa |
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| God said, "I made a man Out of clay- But so bright he, he spun Himself to brightest Day
Till he was all shining gold And oh, He was handsome to behold! But in his hands held he a bow
Aimed at me who created Him. And I said, 'Wouldst murder me Who am thy Fountainhead!'
Then spoke he the man of gold: 'I will not Murder thee! I do but Measure thee. Hold
Thy peace.' And this I did. But I was curious Of this so regal head. 'Give thy name!'- 'Sir! Genius.'" |
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