Seven

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Let me tell you, about my promotion from three to seven

1997, I entered into a heaven

With brown all around and blue all above

I searched and searched, but was stuck to the third

Flew all around in circles of dust

For I was a lonely, desperate bust
I had three friends to go aloof

And three breads for my minimal gold dust

But all I did was a gentle, arrogant bark

And would always end up fighting with the clerk

Then I was promoted to number seven

In this land, with great kingdoms, seven

Ruled by seven kings so weak

Like the seven holy days of the week

And in this land had seven great friends

And there I met seven girls, off trends

Like the seven ears of corn

Saw seven years of famine, and was reborn