Karma Poem by James McLain

Of bleeting cows do know....mooing goats hold sway...circle small will say...cloven foot weather not..spot inside there bleet have got........ be) it(spend in swing you sat upon a chair have care in world heavy cees then dees.doth have..tolling of forever bell sounds sweet level fields barley wheat song louds bring the rain again not same horizen ships far out with see to play a organ key in room to shay changing time O sand I flay a flounder flat of meak earth level head a bloom trips we take throughout universe to swoon..

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