(idea) by sensei Sun Jul 23 2000 at 13:07:17
Amidst the tufts of weeds
That grow in the gaps of my walls
A cricket cries;
he must be sad and soaked
with the dew that drenches my garden.

Saigyo, poet and monk,(1118-1190)

I like it! 3 C!s

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