A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool . . . . .
Bob Dylan
I dreamed I rode beneath the clouds
Above the rooftops of the town
And I rode fast and I rode long
Over forest, lake and lawn.
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What I saw then, I’d not before
The chimneys cold, the open doors
A thousand voices shout in pain
“What once has been shall be again”
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“We’ll now ignore the self-ordained
And look instead to God the king
The still,small voice, the word serene.”
Copyright 2016
