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// Success 
// Story: Oh, My Dear Octavia 
// by Toe-walker 
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More comes to you, who had.
You receive, stunned and glad,
All that you sought.
Royals are also awed.
All of the guests applaud
What you have wrought.

You begin growing rich,
Being a wellspring which
Gives and regales,
Guarding what you have gained,
Seeing your rise sustained
Through your travails.

You obtain wealth and weal
And, at long last, you feel
Fame and renown,
Glamour and dizziness,
Sennights of busyness
Spent out of town.

Many things come your way,
Many a popinjay,
Experts and freaks.
Journalists read your lips,
Adjunct professorships
Fill up your weeks.

Though not a thing comes free,
Smiling, you knowingly
Do not repent.
When after day comes night,
You will feel more than right,
Sleeping content.