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Thrice fold bent, one arrow gleaming- from which we are sent all is one or at least seeming. God must be asleep, yes, dreaming. Side road tent, plastic tarp teeming- Come one come all! Torii gate beaming~ Some rise some fall, Krishna consciousness streaming- Ten Thousand beings enthralled, now just for the meaning...
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
Jot 3
Thrice fold bent, one arrow gleaming- from which we are sent all is one or at least seeming. God must be asleep, yes, dreaming. Side road tent, plastic tarp teeming- Come one come all! Torii gate beaming~ Some rise some fall, Krishna consciousness streaming- Ten Thousand beings enthralled, now just for the meaning...
Aranyani
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
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