Thursday, March 30, 2023
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (443)
DUCK LIKE YOU DON'T
Duck like you don't
know it's coming,
the old monk told
the stuntman.
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THE AIR WAS
The air was heavy
and then the rain
was heavier,
the old monk told them.
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THEY ALWAYS BREAK
They always break
about where they want to,
however I try to land,
the old monk said
about his bones.
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