Paulo Leminski, p.5



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two village idiots

one spends the day
kicking lampposts to see if they’ll light

the other the night
rubbing words
off plain sheets of paper

all villages have their idiots
they look upon with sympathy
in just a while I know
they’ll be looking upon me





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life has quirks
what’s worth less
is now worth more
when it goes berserk