Beloved by a suckling poet,
Here I find my mothers,
The generation before me
From whom I gain strength.
Then, on lined fields,
My strength is tested,
Before entering a keyed arena
Where I can display myself,
Compete on screen.
As a suckling poet
I live whole lives here.
I spend days only
Because I cannot spend the night.
Here I find my mothers,
The generation before me
From whom I gain strength.
Then, on lined fields,
My strength is tested,
Before entering a keyed arena
Where I can display myself,
Compete on screen.
As a suckling poet
I live whole lives here.
I spend days only
Because I cannot spend the night.
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