“Currents, they stroll;
Deterrents take toll -
tally up on the soul;
Saddle up - time to go!
No rigamaroll!
Low stigma can float,
glide right by in the breeze;
Tied looser ends with such ease;
Took time to stock steeze;
Hop on opportunities like shocked fleas;
One with the force like Shaak Ti;
Love the reality that chance has brought me;
Hard work’s factored in: I feel lucky to breathe
- Yes -
The honey’s so sweet,
from the knees of the bees;
The bird’s in the nest,
hear it chirp in the trees;
It’s so funny to me:
Mother nature lovely as could be;
Father time sees her change:
A life rearranged.”
- Old Dying Joe
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Joseph Severo
I’m Old Dying Joe.
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