four line poem:
fueled by the gas at Sinclair snow,
the earth, the death, the blow,
silence cannot cover a traveler's voice,
the ocean waves' whisper echoes our choice.
happiness is xingfu,
happiness comes from Tai Kong Do,
gossip won't grow fruit.
easy and busy,
read, think, write, and share haiku,
that's my happiness.
a black, white bearcat,
sitting still, admiring his home,
a bamboo forest.
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