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Let Your
Monkey Play
Some things ride
With you forever,
Settling skin deep,
Surfacing unannounced
At unexpected times,
Sentinels reminding
Us the human experience
Is brief, brilliant,
Sometimes sad,
But always to
Be tasted to
The last drop,
The last breath,
Don’t waste a day
Let your monkey play.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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