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A motorcycle called Grace
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Grace
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Grace
Among these hundred bones and nine orifices there is something.
For now let’s call it ‘gauze in the wind.’
Surely we can say it’s thin, torn easily by a breeze.
It grew fond of mad poetry long ago
and eventually this became its life work.
-Basho
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