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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Remember the portable hole the black spy vs spy used to use?
When the white spy was after him he pulled the flexible hole out of his trench coat and slap it on a wall then jump through it then reach out and pull the hole in with him effectively disappearing. White spy would stand there scratching his head wondering where black spy went. Black spy also threw the flexible hole down on the ground behind him when white spy was chasing him. White spy fell down in the hole and black spy picked up the hole and took off trapping white spy in the ether.
It’s a mad, Mad, MAD world out there!
LOL I didn’t expect that.
Ghostsniper, Spy v Spy was a favorite. I hadn’t thought about the portable hole in a while. Now a co-worker wonders what I’m chuckling about.
I’ve seen a couple of articles about sidewalk illusionists.
This is one with some explanation of why it “works.”
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2012/feb/01/3d-street-art
This is the gallery of the Master of Faux, Kurt Wenner.
https://kurtwenner.com/
That is a good old picture.
How did the spelling get to be “doozie”?
I thought it was “Duesy,” short for Duesenberg, the best of the best.
The Old Guy