The Dot, In Small I
This
Ok Is
It’s Me
Dot
O, that’s what I am
Small, less famed
Yet, I stand proud
Among your crowd
I, too, have an aim
Even though I came
Yes, from the land
Where all must run
To the field of tare
Ere storms share
Us, their madness
Our great sadness
Still, I have a price
I also have my vice
Though, life is less
For me, I am bless
Though, I am a dot
But I am not a nut
O, true, without me
Like dot, there’ll be
No. a small letter I
Or big you, my pie
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