john tiong chunghoo Poems

there is the mirror
it holds three dimensions
but can show you only one
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I am so down and out I wish
some earthshaking news to
shake up my day for instance
George Bush and Saddam
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the St Francis Abbey's beer
punctuates our talk of
Kilkenny Castle and Jerpoint Abbey
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Phnom Penh Royal Palace
diamond studded buddhas
steal our hearts
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the body is a
thermometer
of the heat around
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the sea and the sky
hold onto each other
only the horizon knows
the distance between their longings
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the indian lottery man
who walked the length
and breath of brickfields,
the one i usually bought
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over the forlorn graves
the chant of
priests
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i have to agree i am still in the
process of being made
yet to be fullyfunctional
i hardly know myself
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