There, there the land of bounty lies
Many fingers point to the land
of bounty.
All feet lead to it.
All hearts cry out
and are satisfied.
All thirst quenched.
All needs catered by the
Owner of the Land of Bounty
He who also owns
the skies and seas.
You are a sad man.
Why?
Why do you always
shy away from the Man of Bounty?
This is something that
I cannot really understand.
Sad man, you must tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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