In those
In those far remote
In those
In those faraway
In those
In those years
The wise one who knew
How to speak
With elaborate repetition
With
Words lived in the land
Gave instructions
To his son
To his son
Never his daughter
The wise one
My son!
The instructions
Of an old man
Are specious
You should try
A little
To comply
Don't buy a donkey
That brays
It will split
Your sides
Don't locate a field
On a highway
Don't dig a well
People damage those
Don't build in town
There's always a crowd
Don't vouch for anyone
It makes you responsible
Don't let anyone
Vouch for you
That one will
Despise you
Don't inspect
Anyone's wisdom
The flood will give
Spit back at you
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