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My Inner Cary Grant

I’m not debonair-- my inner Cary Grant died. I often smell of mud, fertilizer, and worms. Maybe I am debonair. Kenneth Pobo

The Janitor

The Janitor Sweeping the floor    it’s a simple    life with little money    to lose a handle    on and straw to fall out. Danny P. Barbare

KABIR SAYS

Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced. *                         Kabir says, problem solved (the map isn’t the territory, but the territory isn’t either ). Robin McLachlen *   Leeuw

Autumn Ku

the moon, a rainbow  trout, cast high and far onto  the bank of night sky Changming Yuan