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Mar 2017
I lay in bed contemplating,
After awhile finally realizing,
There was no gain from meditating,
We are all slaves to the cruel mistress,
Her name being a mystery,
No one knows and no one can answer,
There is freewill but without satisfaction,
We are all slaves so why do we wonder?
Joseph Mart
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Joseph Mart  Rhode Island
(Rhode Island)   
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