I went to hospital that day and there passed out.
And dreamed to be a tree like a bonsai,
who firmly anchored by a creek half-full of trout,
but had been battered by the storm that thundered by.
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Enjoyable, as always. Your poems are always so erudite yet fun to read. PS Read your comments on Gotti's lastest religious diatribe. Couldn't agree more.