Get up...in my pants...
(get up (rattle) by bingo players)



Daisaku Ikeda wrote:Living here on Earth,
we breathe the rhythms of a universe that extends infinitely above us.
When resonant harmonies arise between this vast outer cosmos and the inner human cosmos,
poetry is born.






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