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I am of old and young
Of the foolish
As much as the wise
Regardless of others
Ever regardful of others
Maternal
As well as paternal
A child
As well as a man
Stuffed with the stuff
That is course
And stuffed with the stuff
That is fine
One of the nation
Of many nations
The smallest the same
And the largest the same
I depart as air
I shake my white locks
At the runaway Sun
I effuse my flesh and eddie's
And drifted in lacy jags
I bequeath myself to the dirt
To grow from the grass I love
If you want me again
Look for me
Under your boot soles
You'll hardly know who I am
Or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you
Nevertheless
And filter and fiber your blood
Failing to fetch me at first
Keep encouraged
Missing me one place
Search another
I stopped somewhere
Waiting for you