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When people say they're tired of a person, often a friend— Do they mean, exhausted with the idea of submission to their actions Responding to their preferences Falling prey to all their ways Or hearing them drone loquaciously Putting down disagree-ers gratuitously Speaking of themselves, about very little else Until all hope and faith in them has deteriorated beyond all mercy? I am yet to confirm What is true beyond all else Gone through the Rubicon, Universal to all nations But why must I tolerate a monk That devoutly praises himself to the depths Beyond all fierce comprehension, His devotion remains a quandary
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
Tired
When people say they're tired of a person, often a friend— Do they mean, exhausted with the idea of submission to their actions Responding to their preferences Falling prey to all their ways Or hearing them drone loquaciously Putting down disagree-ers gratuitously Speaking of themselves, about very little else Until all hope and faith in them has deteriorated beyond all mercy? I am yet to confirm What is true beyond all else Gone through the Rubicon, Universal to all nations But why must I tolerate a monk That devoutly praises himself to the depths Beyond all fierce comprehension, His devotion remains a quandary
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
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