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Organization / Workplace
Wetherby
Occupation
Account director and Team leader
About
From top to bottom
At the summit I have my head
"quite a rare breed" somone once said
When at night time I rest my head
In a warm and comfortable bed
I lie deep in thought of
What might like in store for me tomorrow
Not greed and anger
and not....not sorrow
In my head you'll find my brain,
Not a devil of monstrous mind
Nothing quite what you'll find
But maybe sometimes you could find
A devil with horns in my mind
My arms you see belong to me
Without my arms I just wouldn't be
A normal boy for all to see
Now that the world must plainly see
That I, I only, can only be me
Down to my legs, down to my feet
From head to toe begin to meet
From the summit to the base
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