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Jul 2017
Everyday I have lunch with my spirit guide.
He eats with his imagination
breathing in the scents.
He loves Corn Beef and Cabbage
Irish I presume in a last life.

And when my meal is done
I give him the check
which he takes willingly
Takes as I manifest a tip so large.
Inspired by Mike Hauser's poem on his page. Thanks Mike
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
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