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Jan 2014
The world is a vast playground and we're like children playing games
in the acquiring of many ephemeral things that we have given names.
All those sense objects usually just blind us and often lead many astray;
by great effort and dispassion sometimes we escape to see the real day.
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From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Written by
George Krokos  72/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust
(72/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust)   
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