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A Song/Poem For The Aged

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The aged rise, It’s the blue sound of glory
They’re lonely, in the streets
But they’re more than a thousand shekels
They’re priceless, in advice, and
Good, in telling the truth
The aged and beard arise
Let the world, clap their hands
And let the sound of rejoicing, be in the streets.
You’ll not die because you’re aged. Death shall fear the youth., and
Death shall fear the aged.
You’ll never die, ‘cause you’re so hairy, and an aged person.

Poem By Prince Akogo.

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