My mind talks to itself all day.
It's like being with children.
Sometimes that's fine.
Sometimes it turns me gray.
When it goes suddenly quiet,
I start wondering what it's up to.
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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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Touchdown Club
The dyslexics grin.
Shell shocked, brain damaged, all pumped
Up, abs toned, greased down.
Spit globs of toxic language
Like gun crazy at I-Hop.
[Disposable Tanka September 7, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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