Inside the nut Is oil in mass. Inside the world are men with class
Sophisticated and classy
Where they not all raised from the class
Was is not the protectors of the class who filled their nuts
Providing them the balls they pass
the knowledge they’d grasped
ever from the protector jars; his oil runs over the nuts as he remains steadfast
Rooted he stands Unable to leave
Who would fill up these empty nuts !
Who would pick up every shell fallen from the tree
Who would tell the young ones how the world must be
So the protector never leaves; Forever He lives to gather
Yours faithfully the Teacher
By: Johncleanton Michael
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