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Three Couplets


I.
Daylight, and the drunk man falls forward on his face;
He lacks a map to guide him to a better place.
 
II.
Sometimes a hearth that’s spacious holds only hints of fire—
Little coals that soon grow cold like everyone’s desire.
 
III.
Anywhere is nowhere when money creeps inside;
Beware when words become a place for your lies to hide.

 
  
Poems © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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