has many people awed.
It is as fierce as a cape cod,
or as secret as an act of God.
Hidden so no one knows I'm a fraud,
hiding behind a facade.
Many have tried to maraud me,
but I continue to wear it like a shod.
They try to escalade
my walls, however this is my ballad.
Leading to my heart that is like a esplanade,
this is my facade.
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