When you be thirty
A better Poet Seer
Will chant
From your lips
The sacred verses.
I will be dust
You blood will be
Bubbling with the
Acid of life
That I had before.
And as with me
Take your opportunity
To chant and sing
And verse be the salt of the earth
Acid of life.
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