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Nov 2020
to sit down still
chanting the psalms,
to stand up still
counting the stars,
to lie to rest at cool evenings
after the quick day is done,
even in these,
there is a hurry
hustling and bustling,
to get to where,
to death?
FlipThePoet
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FlipThePoet  26/M/Toronto
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     Sara Brummer, Agnes Lyndy and verus
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