Pillar

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I walk across the crowded roads,
Men and women they bow and cross
I puff my chest; head held high
And sway the men before my eye
A lady with cute broad shoulders
Hypnotising dreamy girls,
A boss, my boss, my only boss,
I rule lands past the universe.

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