Sitting Behind My Back
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Mr. Pak is in sneakers, Julia - on the heels.
They ask simple poetry, secular and not sacred:
of gold in the earthly world, the joy on the lips,
of high-speed flights in financial heavens.
But there is someone saint sitting behind my back,
who while swinging his christian leg, dictates me
a poem about the world in which the gold part
of a cohort.you may become only if you live saintly.
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