If you tire of life, go to a Cambodian village and teach the children how to play Telephone
Or, Musical Chairs
Some might look at you like this
And at least this one will be too distracted peeling a banana with a butcher knife
Or chasing chickens by the water pump
But they will escort you,smiling, back through the rice fields
And squeal in delight when you hi- 5 them goodbye
And you just might feel a mysterious contentment as your head lolls sleepily against the bus window, green after brighter green passing by.
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