In the tower atop the mount
I've lived all of my adult life,
So many years I cannot count,
Away from worldly stress and strife.
I dwell up here all on my own.
Mostly I meditate and pray.
I do not mind being alone.
Enlightened I be night and day.
Comes time I hear some sound below,
And see that visitors are here.
Down all the tower steps I go.
In their uniforms, two appear.
Interruption for good reason.
It's Girl Scout cookie sale season.
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