Friday, February 6, 2009

Monk's Morning

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The Monk decided to hide in his cave of gray.

He lived in a village and then went away.
He lost his fair love and lived in the hills.
Where he was awakened each morning
By spry whipporwills.
He stared at a far mountain and wished he was there.
Walking and talking with his maiden so fair.
She played a flute to lure him back.
One morning he decided to pack.
And walked several miles toward the tune.
Before he realized it was really a loon.
So he turned around back to his cave.
Yes, indeed, he was very brave.

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