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The Jewel Is In The Lotus…The Roots Are In The Mud
The jewel is in the lotus, though it’s roots are in the mud. The man is on the rooftop: the streets are crying for blood. The hand is in the glove but the glove is on the floor. The faces are all masked and the smiles are unforgiving: the common air’s not free and every […]
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Hitting the Tender-Spot
Walk out of house. Look left, look right – don’t want a fight today. Over the street looks like a safe prospect. I am standing right outside my place of abode. I turn left, as I do a middle age man approaches the same crossing. No mask, looks sketchy: we hang back. The other side […]
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