the things I say and write
come,only by inspiration
to say and to write them,I have no right of my own,even if I try in perspiration
so my haters,for Good sake refrain
from hunting this bard with a gun
with Gody bulwark,your triggers detain
I first shoot mine and you are gone
so my haters,for God's sake relax
and put back in its sheath,the motar
then Good will send your blessing via fax
we are,but all mortals
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