I saw a beggar a twanging his guitar
I saw a Buddha a playing his sitar
I heard a friend a singing real coy
I heard a child a laughing for sweet joy
How can there be a beggar playing his guitar?
How can there be a Buddha playing his sitar?
How can there be a friend singing real coy?
How can there be a child laughing for joy?
A beggar when twanging has no smiles
A Buddha when playing has no wiles
A friend when singing has no joy
A child when laughing can’t destroy















Comments
you rock my world.
-Aaron
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I have come here much too often,
My brother sleep, a relative coffin.
i love your sensibility !
very sweet kiss...
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