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Sunyata At The Lake
FB (1925 / Chicago)

Sunyata At The Lake

Poem By Fred Babbin

I have a hidden fount of words
I didn’t know I had.
A fount of waterwords.
As transient as water.
They are spoken,
They are gone,
Never to return.

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