Perfection Prism

As much as mulch is ground up trees
Sand is flavor for the bees
Gather bound to milk and honey
Powers found to come from money
Sallow frightful flocks of dew
On the list of what I rue
Perfect moment how to make
Then to play it repeat stake
Owner ships and yachts are subbing
Out for ponders wanders pubbing
Drank those years of youth away
Found a comfort now I stay
Old is only pejorative
If you let life go through sieves

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