slip off these old summer clothes
these lawn mowing boots
busted up, but filled with poems
yes kick-off those ditch dirt soles
banish salt stained ball caps
crusted white with heat wave sweat
robes of tattered hems
battered and colours bled
this is a time of new robes
be proper
clean neat pressed
fresh for new duties
Your moving fast. Like monks in Kinhin. Like a young monk running to meet the call of the temple bell. Master's waiting at the door. He don't friendly.
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Pretty Interesting...
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