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The sunshine has done more to cure
my Neanderthal isms than all the
books in the Matrix...
I may not be able to make sense of
a Jungian split-infinitive but I
know what a pebble feels like in my hand...
The grass stains are always greener in
the reckoning of the sun...
Pigeons of Avalon take wing and poop
poop poop these slaves into submission...
Squirrels of Lothlorien gather ye corns
and seed before the pregnancy of fall...
Walking walking walking...
Smiling smiling smiling...
Feeling feeling feeling...
Being being being...
------ Terence Patrick Burns
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