the devil had a hold of me
the other's knew to let me be
in taking all advice and fuel for thought
my door would not stay open
old folks and young one's could smell
the nectar on my nose from
days in battle with butterfly's
bee's and later those who like
not the who but the what
touch upon a tree
i let the wind take me up
turning my head i could see
i was free
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