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Poem: I Wonder at Myself

May 31, 2012
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Of late I can’t roll down my sleeves.
Of late, I cannot have dreamless sleep.

But I am not complaining,
I only wonder at myself.

Of late I think of lotus flowers.
With such, I pass my evening hours.

I find it more than entertaining,
and I wonder at myself.

Of late I feel a gentleman not.
I over-step the boundary in my thoughts.

Not that they need quite so much taming,
but still, I wonder at myself.

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