Poem I wrote

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TOTALLY TUBULAR

When I eat or drink I am reminded

That I am a tube

When I look at my veins I am reminded 

That I am also filled with many tubes

I came into this world through a series

Of tubes

So perhaps it is only natural that my exit from this 

Earthly plane will be through some kind of tube

With a light at the end of it.

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Poem I wrote

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IN THE VISIBLE

Show me the witches, the mages, the sages

The wild ones with herbs and spells on their pages

Who draw down the moon with the wisdom of ages

Come, show me the witches, the mages, the sages

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