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CUNNING LINGUIST

They sat in a circle, enchanted by his speech.
With his tongue so sharp, he began to preach.
He liked to tell stories, his mind he’d unload....
Maybe even share some poems from the road....
Pumping out the stories, at lightning speed.
Inside your head, he’d plant his seed.
The fruit started growing and the vibration rose.
A warm wave crashing from your head to your toes.
As he walked into to the sun, from the circle he would hear.
“What just happened? It was hard to distinguish”
“ I’m really not sure, but that was quite THE CUNNING LINGUIST