The Fruits Of Sleep Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Fruits Of Sleep



the real job is to house-keep
what is not knee-deep
one knows how to leap
and go away from the sheep

the mountains are steep
more women shall weep
things simmer and seep
comes the time to reap
all the fruits of nice sleep

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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