It’s In A Name

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Whenever I feel so alone
howling for hugs to come to me
Your words call me like tongues unknown

In time, you will call my I.D.

Loud how my name sits on the throne
over the sky, say it for free.
Venerate this name, know I’ve known
exercise your brain with no fee.

My name is Rudolph from the bone
yesterday’s rain and soft debris.

Novice to men’s deeds that are sown.
A famed wolf that stings like a bee
Mention the line not the lost cone
Evil men say it with a glee.

Ruddapoet

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