Scratch out a new theory
of the method of the weary
too plot out of the old cycle
call Fortuna call on Michael
ten in hand
one leads the band
by sea and sand
and there to let it stand
the wise ones stacked like crooked blocks
scratched words and rhymes
on scattered rocks
I'm not their kind
a lesser mind
and little skill to bind
and all that's left behind
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