The exertion and frustration
caused by pushing the rock
uo the hill
then
back down the hill
it seems to never get old
upon the hill
there were three crossess
one for the lord
and two for crookss
one repents
just like me
today I feel the gentle breeze
of the peace of the spirit,
releasing me from the stress
of the burden of the world
the rock becomes light as afeather
twirling between my thumbs.
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