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It seemed that out of the world I had fallen, into a sea of holes which lashed against a melting shore of faith They threw me a ring of cork And I thought another hole in a sea of holes a straw to a drowning man There is no life preserver There is no life This is no There is Is. |
This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Iyar/Sivan 5760.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow
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