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As ancient as time
As ancient as the rhyme
there is no verse
That has not passed his terse lips
When poetry was written on
The walls of a cave
In sankrit and cuneiform
In sands washed over by waves
His hand was the writer
His mouth the conveyor
He is CP, the Collective Poet
The ancient, the spoken word creator
Wisen and laden with truth
and diction
He past footsteps are our current lessons
Listen to him....listen
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