| Fame | 
| by R. Fitzgerld Nixon | 
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Fame is a blank name
it's like a pain
Apath for the lame
No intention to name
The blame is the same
Focus my attention on yo' invention
And mention to my business
I gave to this
Is it a youthful wish?
My word is my bond
trust in the way i shake your hand
                           fini.
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