RYAN ALAN WILSON POET AND ARTEEST EXTRAORDINAIRE

The spiders spoke of past times Hiding in the shadows Winding up to cast lines To catch the sleeping cattle Or, the sheep, if you will I won’t But, that’s beside the point Going in deep for the kill They don’t – they just ride our joints Until we’re broken However, some may be made of stone The one to weed the garden The one to weed the garden and call his chickens home, by Ryan Alan Wilson 

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TAO TE CHING by Lao Tsu who bows to Ryan’s light within and without and LU DON PING PROTECTS HIM AS DOES THE CHRIST AKA “JESUS”

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