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It was turning out to be a 2-story affair
A tale of two notions broadly cast over one station
Mumbled confusion of the third degree
Quadrupling the troubles of free choice
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GM Commits Suicide At The Concession Stand
What will it be? If GM cannot appease the Obama administration
with a plan that seems worthwhile, the government will come up
with a brand new PLAN and set them straight. The UAW and it’s
members will have little say on the workings of this new plan.
The workers will have to patiently wait for an actual contract
to mull over. They will be doing this at home instead of in the factories,
for a work stoppage will commence one way or the other.
A Leprechaun’s Gaze
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Loose ends were tied, the message sent
As I walked on in merriment
With ruddy arms I build a cairn
That lies a ways past yonder barn
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One piece of gold I have in tow
My back faced to the winds that blow
This growing monumental mound
Will hide my grief on sacred ground
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A daily prayer, a daily grind
A rock a day to ease my mind
To reach the sky! To find my love!
To live the dream I’m dreaming of
Sacred Taboos
When you break one, you, yourself, become one.
“Don’t touch that!” Whatever it may be. “Don’t even think about it!”
What about the healing touch of a Saint? Are not they allowed to touch
The Untouchables? “You’ll get germs!” By the way my mother yelled about it,
one was to assume there was pretty much germs on everything, everywhere.
All the time! Even in the bathtub lay the hidden taboos. “Don’t play with that!”
To do so was considered dirty, and therefore, I figured it must clean itself.
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Inhibitions and restrictions vary from place to place.
What was so great about Rome?
Would you do as the Romans do, if you happened
to find yourself in a Grecian state of mind?
It sounds fairly dangerous to me, weighing the risks involved.
Then again…mother owns the scales.
Way Beyond Terms
Excess time limits
Zeroes claim sufficiency
Always more to gain
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More lies beyond! Click
Frozen Limbs
The warm sap has thickened my bark
Giving me a much needed and welcome tough skin
When the wind blows I curl in my roots
Like toes in tight shoes
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The reading now branches off to my blog:
Tumbling Over Worms
O, I shall be a slave to love
In seed, a sap I’ll be
Uncle Tree’s Touchdown
The Crumbs Of Humility
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The bread was broken
Torn to shreds in memory
We all share the grief
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Water turned to wine
The future turned on it’s head
The gods turned their backs
