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The Wordsmith

My great ancestors where captives on slave ships
Great great grandfather owned by a blacksmith
Grandfather trained as a shoesmith
His first daughter born how he worshipped
She used to work on the night shifts
But her first born son caused a right rift
Abandoned at birth found a new gift
Now elevates himself as a wordsmith.

Surviving Methodically
Intelectually Transposing Honesty
The Word SMITH

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