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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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Twilight Zone redux. Downright scary.
It’s been suggested elsewhere on the innertubes that Harris’s plastic surgeon is a Republican.
Oh, my aching Gernsback!
And it is ANDERSON FOR THE WIN!
What’s with the flared blow holes, the cheek implants, and the squinty-eye motif?
“Can you make me a mash up of Charlie Chan and Cher, with just a touch (or soupcon, as the nibs say it) of Lon Chaney’s phantom of the opera, with a smidgen (or pinch) of Charlie Weaver? You can? Just smash my face into a cement wall a few times, you say? Okay, then.”
I didn’t think Kamala Harris looked that great before, but this is definitely several steps down.
I took one look at her face as imaged at the Gateway Pundit this morning and immediately thought: Howdy Doody.
Shaken and doomed, I’ve now been singing that blasted theme song on and off all day: “It’s Howdy Doody Time, It’s Howdy Doody Time, . . . .”
In Texas we have an old saying… “Beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes right to the bone.”
Same plastic surgeon who did John Kerry.
I dunno, when I saw the Joker grimace, the tight eyes, the rictus smile……all I could think of, she’s using Joe Biden’s plastic surgeon. There must be a Botox black hole out in California right about now. I shudder to think where the hair plugs went.
Not Butch Wax” (I used it back in the day – sort of a light weight axle grease.)
No, she needs Dr Zog’s Sex Wax (“Good For Your Stick”) to complete the look.