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Iron Pyrite

Updated: Apr 29, 2023

Monday 24th April 2023

Highly valued and sought after,

I never felt that way when I was young.

I did feel kind of special,

Like a poor princess.

Because I was the oldest child.

The first born.

In a community of waywards.

A community of fringed and feckless.

It was never royal, no purple and gold,

No privilledge or pomp.

Poor man's Gold.

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