Original Post Date
2001-11-27 12:00 AM
Original Body
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pby Samuel Irving/p
pIn a prehistoric method,br /br /
I study lifebr /br /
From the point of br /br /
The culture less exposurebr /br /
To the sun, br /br /
I am told that I am not br /br /
A man even thoughbr /br /
My hairs count many years br //p
pBut yet affects br /br /
Of my so called br /br /
Taming ring throughbr /br /
The echoes of cursed names/p
piBoy/i/p
pBecomes my titlebr /br /
As I am engaged tobr /br /
This field of order, br /br /
Unlike the miseducationbr /br /
That scorns my tired hands/p
piBoy/i/p
pI guess that’s me, br /br /
Time is nothing br /br /
But a beating awaybr /br /
From the norm, br /br /
For me and relativebr /br /
To a common situation/p
piBoy/i/p
pRight away master, br /br /
To pick some good br /br /
Crops amongst ignorancebr /br /
Entrapping my views/p
pBOY IS NOT MY NAME/p
pWhile the response comesbr /br /
Through the blood scars br /br /
Of my back, I am given a nicknamebr /br /
That my own people adopt, br /br /
But I can’t identify tobr /br /
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