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Jun 2020
Were I as gifted as most
I would pull from the earth its very heart
As the rivers of its core washed over my feet
With its blood, I'd deem it modern art
Some gifted charlatan of beauty and grace
I'd burn all others work and praise
So it's of dietic thanks and situational applaud
That I never learned to take what I need to stand tall...
A Slow Heyoka
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A Slow Heyoka  M/Plymouth, UK
(M/Plymouth, UK)   
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