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The Healer
The healer came by,
As always the sweet
Wonderful mystical aroma
Of sacred grass around him,
No bells this time,
He spoke about a decapitated
Cat that someone hung on his gate
And said there is always more dark
Than light in the world and how hard
It is to understand,
How some of the visions one sees
Do not come with pretty pictures.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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