The Monkey's Poem
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Complete Sat, Jan 28, 2017<5 mins
My monkey mind. My friendly monkey mind.
My annoying monkey mind.
Suddenly the monkey is me.
A poem about myself, expressed with a clear blurriness.
Whoever read this, I hope you enjoy, and I hope you get to understand my monkey.
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