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isn’t my cuppa.
Zen, meditation, Koan;
is just not my thing.
I need to say things.
I like discussions.
But, for that,
It would take more than just me.
It’s funny, how fast,
my family finds employment,
at the mere clearing of my throat.
It’s an itch
I need to scratch.
So, I wr
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