Tweed Jacket

Doctor Apothecary, carry me away,
‘cross the moon-mirrored lake,
the taxman just 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…

– Kurt Poleet


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


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