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THE SWEETNESS IN DOING NOTHING
So when nothingness creeps inside
In a weak nothing-is-good glee
There are laws to which we abide,
In looks that make us disagree.
No way a quiet tide will be
To us a befitting crochet
There’s no sweet in a fruitless tree,
No June before the month of May.
Leonell
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