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| The Donkey's Mournful Call to Prayer |
Careful, careful, each step you take,
walking down the mountain
with honey-cakes in your pack.
On your way to market
selling on the corner,
where all the taxis pass.
Never look beyond your nose,
keep to what you’re doing.
Any swish away from there
will land you in the gutter.
Is there sunshine on your face?
Or clouds and white birds flying?
Can you hear the donkey yodel
his mournful call to prayer?
Never mind, be at your work,
just sit and smile and sell.
Destiny will open up
the vistas of eternity,
but only if you keep your eyes
fixed upon the riddle,
flipping hotcakes for the world
with all your care and skill.
Who can tell what skills you have
until you start to use them?
Then they taste your honey-cakes
and know it's for a reason.
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