ROBOTISM

Feb 28

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ROBOTISM

All these old habits
You trot them out thoughtlessly
But what if you don’t?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 28, 2013, in Guff, Wee Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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