Mr Wilson

A man of many names and shades, Alexander Wilson's story pervades With spy work, writing, and intrigue And secrets that were hard to read.

His life was full of twists and turns, A web of lies and deceptions learned As a polygamist, he lived a double life With multiple wives and endless strife.

His family discovered his truth A serial liar without any proof And the documents that could reveal Are still locked away, so much to conceal.

His legacy lives on through his kin And the drama that unfolds within As his granddaughter Ruth Wilson portrays The pain and betrayal that were his ways.

Alexander Wilson, a man unknown, His secrets buried deep, never shown A complex figure with many sides, Whose story in time will still abide.


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Wilson_(English_writer)

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