Under a maple tree
the dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
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A poem. So many forget it, or are in a different pace or purpose...Poetry is a tool for the use of the soul, whatever you may call it...if you say consciousness, I would fight against...religions apart, poetry is a source from an undetermined liquid...you know when it is there, and, after thousands of years...sometimes, why is there. Not much ado about...
that is so normul its cool
sick huh