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Grow a man, why yes you see
Plant a boy and wait
Teach him love and hate
But teach him how not what to be.
To pick a prickly peppered boy
Seasoned by the salt of sorrow
Marinate until the 'morrow
In a base of pain and joy.
A decade for the yeast to swallow
Sugar's sweet, but vinegar can clean
The wounds of life, both dull and mean
And never prompts to make one follow.
Too long, too late, too early, yet
A man of some age, of some meaning
Even if at times, it's seeming
As if the meaning's in his get.
[ooc: Liir. Musing. Cigarette. Staring at the door. Tea. At the bar.]
Plant a boy and wait
Teach him love and hate
But teach him how not what to be.
To pick a prickly peppered boy
Seasoned by the salt of sorrow
Marinate until the 'morrow
In a base of pain and joy.
A decade for the yeast to swallow
Sugar's sweet, but vinegar can clean
The wounds of life, both dull and mean
And never prompts to make one follow.
Too long, too late, too early, yet
A man of some age, of some meaning
Even if at times, it's seeming
As if the meaning's in his get.
[ooc: Liir. Musing. Cigarette. Staring at the door. Tea. At the bar.]