Give me back that bit of soul
That floated down the river
With the seasoned vagabond
Carrying a flask of whiskey
To help marinate life
In all its experiences
But when there’s the switch
To that bit of tequila
Make sure to have a grain of salt
Or two, for that moment of clarity
When the sun glances off
That streaming fresh water
And the boat barely rocks,
Remember that greenery seen
Along the river the bit of soul floated down.
Take a swig of that seasoned wisdom
The whiskey-marinated vagabond passes your way.
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