The Playground Philosopher
It was a day for doing nothing. Said the playground philosopher, “Some suggest we are made of clay. To which I say, How many human beings Did the pyramids take away From God?” The man, his friend, his disciple, Nodded, as a tree nods its branches In the wind. The tree does not consent to anything. Yet, it was a day for do…
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