Monthly Archives: November 2015

Giving the Dog a Bath

Tonight is the night She is curled up, ears tucked back I put down my beer, Pet her, say it’s all right And curse the fleas as I scrub

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Lying Awake at Night

Sleepy in the dark I think of impermanence where my soul started And if, when my body goes Something of my spirit stays

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