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© Wang Wei
In a happy reign there should be no hermits;
The wise and able should consult together....
O mother, praying God will save
Thy sailor,--while thy head is bow'd,
His heavy-shotted hammock-shroud
Drops in his vast and wandering grave.
I swerved to avoid hitting a squirrel
in the center of the road and that's when