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Poetry thread
I intend to start posting poetry more frequently, so I figured I'd start a thread. Here's a short one I came up with on the way back from the pie shop:
I give thanks to the pig who died for my dinner
And thanks to the Lord who created this sinner.
Give us this day our daily greed,
While the hungry and thirsty continue to need
Let us feign our sincerity and, evermore
May we turn a blind eye to the lame and the poor
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"No one was behaving from very Buddhist motives. Then, thought Pigsy, he was hardly a Buddha, nor was he a monkey. Presently, he was a pig spirit changed into a little girl pretending to be a little boy to be offered to a water monster. It was all very simple to a pig spirit."
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