I should remember that
when I twist your words,
they become my words,
and no longer yours.
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- 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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Misunderstandings
You tear up
Crying, while I tear
Up the furniture.
I’m a little
Rhorsark, fat
And stout.
You’re a steel
Thimble on
A big thumb.
I want to pinch
The tongue out
Of your mouth
But I love the buzz
It does to
My ears.
[Disposable Poem July 3, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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