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Jan 2011
Sitting in an old wicker chair
that has an orange pillow
on its seat
I nod
and remember
that this ordinary life
which so many of us
don't really like
is actually nirvana
whatever that is.
Kongsaeng Chris Everson
871
   A L Davies
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