Acrostic Poem: My Name

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Dauntless I may seem for thee, yet,
Everyone doesn't soothly know;
Moreo'er, they somehow forget;
People can cause blunders and feel blue;
Let me apprise thee, I may seem innocent once we meet;
Even my dear companions don't have a clue.

Admir'd by many, howbeit few confess,
Not'd for being bless'd, I guess?
No one knows I'm such a mess.

Likely renown'd as a quiet one;
And label'd as mysterious at the same time;
But in sooth, they don't know none;
I'm someone who's ergo the prime;
Nobody who discerns how to have fun;
Extraordinary how my personality can be like a melodious chime.

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