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nO More A ccolades

No more accolades
 they ask me why
 is Green Eyes so  shy

Who are they
don't ask
my minds imagination is rife
poets imagine and then  
create about
man and wife

and

its the deprivation
which makes us compose
some read it,
others as garbage
they dispose
You do read me
I suppose.