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Talents
by
Muthu
The Amber that washes ashore
Neither you nor I can ask for it
Before it comes or after it goes
That’s Amber that washes ashore
Deep in you there it lies,
Wake that fellow,
Soft and mellow
And you will now fly in the skies.
How good it is, but where is it?
That fun it gives
Sweet syrupy drowsy dew that talent; it is
Sweet maybe
Drowst too
Like honey or morning dew
But again talent is not for few
We pick the shells
Learn to walk and run
In course forget the talk of rot and useless fun
Learn to pick Learn to live in the earth, that we dwell
For what we see hither
Only we best know
He and His plans of hail or snow
In that garden of yours to flower or wither...
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