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Knozz Moe King
Knozz Moe King
People say he died young
But sixty-two
Sixty-three
Sixty-eight
Isn’t young
For a poet
Poets are born old
Then age like cheese
Philosophers age more
Pensively and most are ambidextrous
Poet practitioner dreamer scrutinizer
Light heavy crawling flying
Swirling
He took it where he found it
Or where it found him
Then it dropped him
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Tuesday 8th November 2011 3:58 pm
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