Poems that earned me those gold shiny things that I have to cyberdust weekly 
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Rode the information highway as if it were a train
Woody Guthrie in my pocket, Jesus on a chain. -
one fine
southern day -
Wakinyan dances on the night
Heyoka twists to stir a fright -
On a sunny day, you can feel the heat of the oil
Pulsing beneath a worldly, weather beaten desert. -
Love has no profit motive.
No agenda. -
My roots are lost somewhere
In a Louisiana bayou -
Everlasting is the sound
Voices sung on hallowed ground. -
orbits lost
in journeys of the sun -
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