What makes one person likable
and another person not?
If I like someone,
is it because
of something in me
or because
of something in the other?
If part of it is because
of something in me,
why wouldn't I want to try
to like everybody I meet?
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Good Friday
Blush to catch dust in the eye
Flush with lucre, shaved
And shared among the psalmists
Swayed by the passing
As of a breeze inside presence
Farwell to the pawns of the body
Blaring soundless bugle calls
Plush with flare for chance
Bees spreading all becoming
Disposable Poem, Friday April 22, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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