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Fools at Meditation

The fools crowd ’round this morning

The Poet, the Rich Man, the Lover
The Fighter, the Needy One
One at a time with a break between
As I breathe the sutra

“I am breathing in and relaxing my mind”

“I am breathing out and relaxing my mind”

Then some fool grabs my shoulder
And I have to start again

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