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| My Master |
| I sit in silence forever more, At his feet upon the floor. My heart craving just a word, Something from him to feel secure. Softly whispering out his name, Only then to know it's in vain. He loves me not, He never did. The guidance from him, I seek instead. To please him in the best of ways, He teaches me more every day. The Master of all he is to me, Of his wisdom I wish to be. At his hands, I except my fate, A painful reward is to great. Respect and love, I give to him, His words are as sweet to me as the wind. He fulfills my needs, I am complete. By Penny kotyk |
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