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Monday, 11 March 2013

Today's poem: My name is Mr Soul


Hi! there
My name is Mr Soul

Created by the most high
By his guarded secrets of life

Male or female

I sit as an expression
I sit as a learner

Without perfect answers
I am on a lease that expires

I only see a dream of sense
The trust to do good

From the clothes
Of the environment

They may be divided as nations
But I am not

My essence is a drop of peace
As a flag of heaven

Always shining
Like a diamond of any skies

If I sit and think
From a chair I do not own

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