Spiritual

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Ghandi's Goat

Mrs. Chowdhary named her youngest daughter after Saint Theresa, the Little Flower of Jesus. Unfortunately, Terry has more in common with Attila the Hun than her nineteenth century namesake.

Ode to Michael!

Michael Jackson
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I don't mind

You may say you know me
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Born again

The sun melts like Orange ice Behind the steel grey line The evening air-brush painted Into the lofty sky On by one the stars appear I shed my clothes Leave them on the shoreline
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Lost Relations

patterns of life transmute...

The Circle Of Life

As I stand on the mountain watching the sunrise I stop to ponder, To see the huge valley stretching downwards covered with early morning dew.
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Origami

I have had enough Ready to meet my maker The sickness has finished me Brought me to my knees I am no longer begging for life Just longing for the sleep When I can spread my wings
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Holy Communion

A circlet on your tongue The body of Christ Melts in the heat Of your mouth The blood of your Fathers Son Brought to your lips Small drops of Ruby wine Slip past your chin