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Mark Jackson, bully, Fired many without cause. Would Daddy approve?

Backwards Yoda speaks: English his first language not. Use the Force he must!

Negotiating Aggressively, the Jedi Eschews violence.

God loves SUVs And shit-kickin' country songs. Guns, guts, and glory.

Misbehaving Dems, Tax and spend without an end. What would Jesus do?

How soon we forget: Past leaders acted the same As today's leaders.

Ayn Rand, an author? Tiresome conservative Drivel I ignore!

Spare. Eternal Glass. Always, only glass.

Just above five leaves, Trim the dead blossoms often. Watch out for the thorns!

The National Parks: America's Best Idea, Ken Burns directed.

Muir first explored, Then saved our first national Park, Yosemite!

Many haiku float Around, about this full head-- Only one survives.

Regretting the day A confused phlebotomist Mislabeled my tube.

They without honor Rule iron-fisted, never Knowing our respect.

Two stones sit sleeping; Millennia pass quickly. What are the dreaming?

There's a small hole in (About the size of Tolstoy) My education.

We spend our lives Bathing in chemical soup; How does Mother feel?

Trouble finds us all. Misfortune cannot be dodged. Karma seeks us out.

Words, what do they mean? Of time, mountains, and rivers Jon sings abstractly.

I've grown quite adept At preventing severe falls. Balance: my good friend.

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Summers at the Lake: A teenage requirement. I seldom partook.

Ghost in the machine, Patterns from the soulless beast, Speaking unto us.

Is the really art? My muse cannot tell for sure; All the same to her.

Piltdown Man, a hoax? Don't buy it. He is alive In our midst today. Piltdown Man arrives In a black stretch limousine And grey flannel suit Piltdown Man survives (Anthropologists agree), Thwarts those who say "nay." Piltdown buys and sells…

Yesterday, today, Tomorrow, all illusions: Fractured bits of NOW.

Nothing matters more Than nothing, all adrift in A vast, endless void. A little ditty for the dark matter enthusiasts among you . . .

Time is relative. So, also, is space, says Al. Spacetime, your cousin. (Yep, you caught me--I said "time/space." It will be fixed.)

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In fire or ice? How will the universe end? It ain't over yet!

This is not a haiku, Though at first you may think it is. The poet enjoys your confusion.

RPM Challenge: Twenty eight (nine) days to record Your next masterpiece!

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A handmade go cart, Childhood prideful possession. No one to push me.

I am blooming late: Dreams from youth now realized. I suppose it's fate.

My groping hand shoved Away once more from delight-- Supple joys denied.

Sunlight streaming down, Gentle breeze disturbs new leaves, Spring's awakenings.

Roasting on one side, Freezing on the other side: The joy of campfires.

Derps march past my room; Ev'ry night they haunt my dreams, Dim fears seeming true.

Not much to say about this one, just a song.

A mashup with Roger Sundström Korg Monotron, Soundscaping Christina White (powderpuff variation) Jukka-Pekka Kervinen (rain check) Steve Layton (Bouncie Variations) Steve Moshier (Reckless Heartthrob) for ImprovFriday 2012-03-10