Aghories of india I smoke in baissa cilam sey ye dabangi hai par mar Talwar ki hai
Mhabharamnad Aghori
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Bhakth parlhad jaha Jagdish naam ki saanse choti wha Teri mitru ya ek moksha jeevan par hissab Wahi shani dev
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Brief autumn breeze ...
she always wanted to pluck
the reddest roses
—Issa, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
This is a haiku Issa wrote after the death of his daughter Sato with the note: “Sato, girl, 35th day, at the grave.”
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Applauding all colors is a human response,
Avoiding any, simply, is impuissance!
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Standing unsteadily,
I am the scarecrow’s
skinny surrogate
—Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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Petals I amass
with such tenderness
prick me to the quick.
—Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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In a better world
I'd leave you my rice bowl,
little fly!
—Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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I toss in my sleep,
so watch out,
cricket!
—Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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Skinny frog,
hang on ...
Issa to the rescue!
—Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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An enormous frog!
We stare at each other,
both petrified.
—Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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All development is born out of dissatisfaction. That sickening feeling that you haven't done enough, that's what motivates people to grow themselves.
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Previous quote exchange between melissa Anne Powell of bluffton Indiana and lewis w Findlay of port Wentworth Georgia...the satellite cafe cafe date unknown
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Removed words quote inspired by my exposing the kkkrislam cult at satellite cafe and the filing of complaint which was honored...by melissa powell of Indiana aka little miss coexistence
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