Doug Cole said: December 14, 2011 9:28 pm PST
Once met a man on the road to Poughkipsie
He'd meditated with gurus, did he.
Time spun like a coin,
Traded language, labor and wit,
To circum-cogitate this lil' Blue Earth Ball.
Thru wit and seasoned irony his words bring forth visions immediate made and many to recall.
He paints word pictures for posterity and dances with minds
As a friend, you surpass that and them all.
You are the High Street, the TOP o' the Morning ad hail to Pall Mall.
