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Patience Sep 2014
my friend
who wrote poems
and liked ping pong
and was grateful
for everything
is dead.

i cant find the poem he wrote for me.
i dont know how not to cry.
They live in the hilly woods of Jamaica,
Infinitely feasting on bright energy
In flawless harmony with Mother Nature
As man was created by the creator.

One would deem them magical
As their ways are reflections of astrology
Where past, present and future
Are no different from one another.

Affiliated with the emperor of Ethiopia,
Ras Tafari Makonnen, known as Haile Selassie,
Who holds the Solomonic signature,
They know that existence, to living is greater.

They are merely monks of Africa,
But the world knows not of this
For their ways have been altered
By the consumption of fire.
Rastafari livity

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