Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
The cool fingers of autumn, promising the loooong snowy winter. The Tired Monk lines up his snow shovels, tightens his resolve and stares at the sky, resigned, a humble hero.
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The cool fingers of autumn, promising the loooong snowy winter. The Tired Monk lines up his snow shovels, tightens his resolve and stares at the sky, resigned, a humble hero.
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