The old gate licks!
Attitude,
From the earth;
Clicks,
Solitude!
Servitude,
Gratitude;
Picks, sticks!
Years have now turned your dark hair gray;
With your present age.
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licks attitude.. clicks solitude... deep indeed, a lot in short as usual. amazing.