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Jun 2013
Puzzles, Now these I like,
to figure out another's makes me feel wise,
But in the presence of knowledge of life and all that is good,
I have only to know all is well,
my hands are tied,
my mind runs around a closed room,
how can doing nothing be such a task,
the budhists are onto sometime with all that humming,
peace is quietness: a loud silence
a treasure hidden, a puzzle within a puzzle within a puzzle
Atrisia
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