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Help him cried her to a man, ‘ve ye see his books
They are not much for thine intelligence
But see to his words and let me know
But the man said, send me to his books
The man said to her, ye were right, that his first book
Is not much for my intelligence but I read it
They are too much for him to express such words
I bet some poems he didn’t understand yet he wrote it
Well, I like it, and I read other books of his, and I love it
Well, I suppose, it might take ye a while to understand
His words are deep, yet clever and simple, but true
Also, fantasy, imagination, and I think, he wishes to heaven
Help him cried the man to another man, ‘ve ye see his books
They are not much for thine intelligence
But see to his words, and let me know
But the other man said, send me to his books
©️ Ismael Mansoor