I Was Once A Merry Man: A Poem

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 I was once a merry man,
With eyes of shine,
And friend of clan,
A woman in my life once was,
And kindness made my ears buzz,
The way she smiled and she laughed,
Beat every one,
Of my staff, 
I was once a merry man,
With eyes of shine,
And friends of clan,
Living in,
Heaven's land,
Sitting with a pretty girl,
Daughter of,
A man named Earl,
I was once a merry man,
With eyes of shine,
And friends of clan,
Then she left,
The judge cried:
 "Theft"
And left me all alone,
I am now a framed man,
With eyes of dullness,
And water of can,
The cell of me,
Turns into sea,
Of lies and accusations,
I was once a merry man,
With eyes of shine,
And beer of can,
Now I wish to know who,
To me would do this thing to,
Sitting away from the joys and love,
That I once knew like a dove,
I was once a blameless man,
With lots of trust,
And friends of land,
When then the man,
In nightmare came,
And covered me,
With his blame,
I was once a happy man,
With blessings o'er,
My every stand,
Now good Lord,
It is gone,
No more blessings in my hoard.

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