Poetry of a Lifetime

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It is a mystery, who we really are
All those who come in this bazaar
We all wonder here and there
Who is this wonderer who glares

With a circle of mist forming around him
And with the lights that are dim
His eyes are not seen
For he is keen

Fear him much for he is known
Dread him plenty for he is not
Crush you he can to the bone
Hide, for you he has not forgot