SUNDAY MORNING POEM

JUST SIT

WHILE SITTING

SO PLEASANT

IS THE 

BIRD'S SONG

ONE HOPES

FOR MORE

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WHILE WAITING

PASSING CAR

PUNCTUATES

THE MORNING'S

SUPPOSED REVERIE.

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bernard hemensley @ GOLDY HERMITAGE
SUNDAY / 30 / AUGUST / 2015

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Comments

  1. "NOTHING HOLY", said BODHIDHARMA.... and... "NO MERIT".

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