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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Mischief
Orange clef, yellow notes
Graffiti mold music
Traffic in sign language
Walled inspiration
Skip rope skin deep
Public as a park stall
Rocket aimed for stars
Solid coffee tin
Ready to light the fuse
Catty-corner to the curb
Outa sight wink and a nod
Steel drums rumba
{Disposable Poem May 23, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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