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Robert Chung
The sun to rise and set,
The soul and body to play game
I perceive, though.
For no meaning
I skip a pebble across the river.
Without any goal
I cast a line fishing in the stream.
With no reason
I kick off empty cans clattering.
Don't say
Where I am in a dense fog.
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