Obviously you’re not from the same school as me, ever since then I’ve been
Rambling round writing verse, drawing portraits, songs play on my words
Trying to find you: words to make music of your image, absent impression
I held to my heart so dearly, clung to, the unfound, longed for tho without sound
Where you from? I’m going round, you this well to do lady, image climbed
The summit, pole-star in the eyes of a poet, it’s clear you’re not from my region
How you here? Plane set you down, on a throne, with a crown, Queen of this Land
Blessed Graffiti Poesy 
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