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At the crossroads this year, after begging all day I lingered at the village temple. Children gather round me and whisper, 'The crazy monk has come back to play.'
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The Way Of The Holy Fool
At the crossroads this year, after begging all day I lingered at the village temple. Children gather round me and whisper, 'The crazy monk has come back to play.'
1758-1831/Japanese