I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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Jingle
It’s gold
Only if you’re old
And do as you’re told
On fire
Another buyer
Beware whom you hire
Like oil
Gold can roil
Stocks rise and recoil
It shines
In Pawn Shop signs
Of closed gold mines
So cold
What Midas can hold
Choking on gold
[Disposable Poem March 9, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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