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 You know, it's true, 

From the day I was born

That nobody has blown my horn

No one shares my art or rhyme

I'm sure they'd say, they have no time

But share and share a random star

Whose talents come with riches far

A famous face, or someone rich

Just look at art and words and stitch

But mine or random folk not known

Would never have their craft shown

Are they ashamed? I wonder though

To say the words ' A friend I know'

Of course some do, the ones with love

But others do not rise above 

Am I paranoid? How can I be?

When folk don't share the words I see.