A man hopped in a cab in Toronto, and said, "Get me to Yonge Street, pronto!" "I'll need more detail, it's a matter of scale, that road cuts forty miles thru Toronto."
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Tallinn Limerick
There was a heavy drinker from Tallinn who drank Vana Tallinn by the gallon. You've caught the great lie I laxly let fly: It comes in liters in metric Tallinn.
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Helsinki Limerick
There was a fussy man from Helsinki who loved his town wasn't dirty or stinky, but covered in snow and twenty below the place is pristine, but also quite inky.
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DAILY PHOTO: Mangalore Street Art
Beijing Limerick
A man named Shen Wang from Beijing, his cellphone would constantly ring - always a wrong number, but that was no wonder, there're two million Wangs in Beijing.
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DAILY PHOTO: Milagres Church, Mangalore
The original Milagres (Our Lady of Miracles) Church dates to 1680. However, that one was destroyed by Tipu Sultan, and the present one was built in 1811.
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Prague Limerick
There was a clockmaker of Prague, master of the spring, gear, and cog. To thwart a reprise, they poked out his eyes, that mean Old Town Council of Prague.
Note: There is some disagreement as to whether this actually happened, but it makes an intriguing story. i.e. The town government blinding a craftsman with red-hot pokers to prevent him from building a more beautiful clock for another town. [It reminds me of a similar story (or, possibly, old wives’ tale) about Shah Jahan ordering the Taj Mahal craftsmen’s hands cut off so that they could never eclipse that structure’s beauty.] The rest of the Prague clockmaker’s story is that he returned to his creation and, despite his blindness, smashed up the mechanisms so badly that they couldn’t be repaired.
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POEM: Recyclable Me
In death, I'm a recyclable, my gut biome will gnaw its way out of me like Ripley's Alien - if on a microscopic scale. Agents of the Destroyer will turn my tissues into food bits to feed some other animal. Yes, I am inescapably animal - inescapably in transformation from living to not... This may seem morose, but is it? He who can imagine a dog cracking open his bones to eat away all the marrow -- without an inner cringe, or wince -- is a person who knows freedom.
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DAILY PHOTO: Blue & Gold Gate, Mangalore
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The Tree of Now [Haibun]
One tree stands in the temple yard, slanting but stable, its bare limbs lazily spiral skyward. Its trunk is gnarled and its branches are twisted and it makes the old ruins around it look modern by comparison. The trunk radiates hardness, a strength from deformation, like the sinewy limbs of a laborer whose muscles are held in constant tension, until they can no longer know suppleness. Seekers of shade and enlightenment once sought its shadow, but now it can only offer a good example. leafless tree -- sitting in the temple yard, luring Buddhas
Tiger Riding for Beginners 