or complete and utter poetry:
Poems by Martin Locock Copyright 2005-2011
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Spiritual sustenance
Hermits, they say, have simple tastes
Their needs and wants are few:
A bed, a hut in the frozen wastes
And a diet of watery stew;
Oh, and a stream of fawning guests
To praise them for what they do.
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