Words The Coin That I Get Paid
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Words the coin that I get paid;
No creature comforts save the day,
Just words, to journey through the brain-
And that I ride, my worthy train.
The standard gold of travel time:
To wander through the star dust mind,
The offspring of exploded suns
And meteors, when life begun/
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