Thursday, 11 October 2012

You don't have to go there,
It was such a long time ago
A year is a century
When it comes to some things
The monk seldom talks
More seldom listens
Even his own story stinks.
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  1. Julie Jordan Scott11 October 2012 at 19:32

    Very evocative... and like others... I am curious about the other poem you pulled.

    That first line is one I have said to myself over and over and over again:

    "You don't have to go there."

    And usually when I do.... richness ensues.

    Thank you for writing and for being a part of OctPoWriMo

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