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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.
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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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I have nothing to say, I am speechless, I am without speech, devoid of vocabulary, absent of verbosity.
And my ocular glands are stressed.
Well now, there is the truth. Women wear low cut suggestive clothing then act offended when you get busted peeking. Quite the paradox.
Cleavage, is the woman’s version of mansplaining.
Gerard only posted this to stir up the jihadi crowd: not only is this cis-woman showing cleavage, her hair and face are uncovered and she’s wearing a Star of David; guaranteed to rile Jeremy Corbyn’s pets.
Snakepit-it’s easy. You are being crap tested. How you respond to their anger at looking, that is the test. The boobs are only there to snare the worthy. They are only angry if the unworthy look at the package they are selling to those they desire. And have some class. Gentlemen who desire, without vulgarity, but don’t NEED what is being offered, win. Hmmmm…boobs!
Hahahahahahhahaaaaaahhahaha.
The free market will organize boob-looking. Socialists want them just for themselves.
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