SAME OLD SAME OLD

Oct 18

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SAME OLD SAME OLD

Change permeates life
If change ever stopped changing
That WOULD be a change

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 October 18, 2016, in Wee Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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