He'll be sought after by the quarterlies
and asked about his days in the wilderness
among the lumberjacks and stumps
Now he plays among the stars, and stretches
Before he goes, he'll get his parcel of the glory
a warm bed and socks and absolute power
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Old work, dating from 04 and earlier, appears under June.
Nothing is new under the sun.
Nothing is new under the sun.
About the Monk
- Guru the MAD Monk
- Some unfinished creative writing efforts, some too cooked to reconsider. Purely semi-private and unadvertised. The "hits" you see are mine. Subject to change, depending how my interest waxes or wanes.
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