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Fools fight with words as a hungry cock,
Catching pretty words put into the cage
Of rime the cage is hung on the rock,
Its height and chill increase the rage.
Then the hungry cocks use in the verse,
But I guide others when the cock cries,
If the passenger puts me in the purse,
Think me in solitude when you do rise.
The words maintain on earth our being,
If no word on tongue man is a stone,
Of covering dead life spindle is fleeing,
Nothing in the cell skull and hard bone
What is soul? Words the words never die,
Tongue goes to dust the words never fly.
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