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He’s got a green guitar, Emerald Isle green, and his hair is snow white now, but his voice still rings like a Tibetan bell. I don’t care that the decades have given him more wisdom than he had when he … Continue reading

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The Sycophant and The Proselytizer

This jar holds no question marks, no queries and no retorts, the air gap allows for the nodding of heads and agreeable reports. No dialogue, please. You want debate? We have only cheerleading here, to join this club and be … Continue reading

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His face was beautiful, Brian was his name. Meet him, I would, in the wee hours of a morning, when sleep was a promise on the lips of a liar and the darkness was a friend to us both. Talk, … Continue reading

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