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The Crowning

My jaws of life,
Will talk all night,
Freeing me from,
A place really tight.
 
Are you a whistle blower
Without a mouth?
Trying to say anything,
That may try to come out?
 
I'll go for a brainwash,
Because I'm at wits end,
Using H2O,
As my new found friend.
 
What do you call it?
If it has no name?
I can't hear myself think,
And I blew out the flame.
 
Royalty on the thrown,
With a queen so you're not alone,
Knights to defend the land,
And fighting hand to hand.
 
Am I teaching or learning?
Or swimming or drowning?
With noble intentions,
Will I ever get a crowning?
 



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