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The ancient one sits alone in silence Though ages pass age old bark; strong to outlast the graying mountains to outlive the bearded turtle The archaic author Time's story etched in wood before pen before pencil before feather and slab Your body will tell the tale of a thousand years' journey. hence Scholar of sage When all have gone come and pass and the hands of time have ticked their last You will remain, here to stay All alone, a memento Of a thousand years' triumph
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
The Methuselah
The ancient one sits alone in silence Though ages pass age old bark; strong to outlast the graying mountains to outlive the bearded turtle The archaic author Time's story etched in wood before pen before pencil before feather and slab Your body will tell the tale of a thousand years' journey. hence Scholar of sage When all have gone come and pass and the hands of time have ticked their last You will remain, here to stay All alone, a memento Of a thousand years' triumph
brittany-downer
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
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