I
Twenty years after my first,
A simple man of simple verse
Laid the book beside my bed
And cared not what entered my head.
When a line had taken shape
Knowing not where it may take me
Let the line become my mind,
And pen in hand left this behind:
I've got to get a move on
Or I'm gonna sink on down
IIOne and twenty years of age
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