This is a poem off the top o’ me old noggin, typed onto a scrap of newspaper ad (I think it was a Verizon ad).  Anyway, the swirly, undulating path of gooey orange brought out a “cosmic” flow to my chi, consequently I coughed up this hairball for your entertainment.  It’s a gift to you, be nice- just say you like it, then throw it away after I turn the corner.  ~TH~

—-typed on a Smith Corona SE100 electric typewriter, courier 10 printwheel.

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COSMIC DANCE