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Poem by
Elise Triniol
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Great
man and gentleman, sweet and nice
Unhurried,
Epicurean and lover of Life
Young
temperament, for me, he has no price.
Zeus
is his cousin, like a flash he appears
Obscurity
is his friend, in his duty he appeases
Riding
his black horse, running for help of ladies
Redeeming
injustices and treacheries
On the
defensive, always he is.
As Guy or Zorro,
you have always been the Best.
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