I would like to share a poem with you all, for shits and giggles.
As the plump squirrel scampers,
Across the roof of the corncrib
The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness,
And I see that it is impossible to die.
Each moment of time is a mountain.
An eagle rejoices in the oak trees of heaven,
Crying
This is what I wanted
What seems to be the logical
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