with uniqueness.
The lines and edges
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To know every mark
is not possible.
To want to know
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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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Autumnal Revisions
Children who’ve lost both
Parents drift aimlessly, gone
With nowhere to go.
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Then when it’s over.
We’re supposed to start over
From scratch, scratch, scratch.
[Disposable Haiku September 9, 2012]
Dr. Mike
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