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ZEN
Lay you down and rest your head
There are lots of days ahead
Take not much of life's pressure
Health for one is the greatest treasure
Think not much of foul winds around
For, all too soon will kiss the ground
Lay your worries to the sky
His hands guard you, way up high
Sleep tight and dream sweetly
Leave behind the things that are earthly
Damp your thoughts in drowse of wine
Celebrate your life, divine
Meditate on things that are useful
Being solemn is being hopeful
Rest your mind, let it know
That best things are yet to show
Zen, zinnia, zephyr poetry contest
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R. B. Cawis
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