Tweed Jacket

Doctor Apothecary, carry me away,
‘cross the moon-mirrored lake;
the taxman takes and takes and takes
while the Holy Mother knows, but won’t dare say,
like the cold, gray bars of Oz
because we all know you got flaws;
Doctor Apothecary, carry me away…

– K Poleet

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“Faith may be defined briefly as an illogical belief in the occurrence of the improbable.” – H. L. Mencken

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