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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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Yes indeed… these masks are so stupid. Every masked individual will roll up the sleeve for the vaccine. And those people will expire… maybe not immediately…. but those will be the first to expire. Did you see the 60 Minutes video examining the swine flu hoax of 1976? This is Mike Wallace in vicious attack mode. Making a conniving health official, sporting a really bad comb-over, sweat and squirm where he sat. Amazing how TV journalism can’t touch this stuff.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67LMv17Kaic&feature=youtu.be
CNN wouldn’t air it, hunh?
Trump should peel off a few million of his favorite legal tenders, hand them to me and say, “Fire up my brand new global media source ‘TDS’, “Trump Derangement Syndrome” as soon as possible. It would provide all the media functions worldwide in a TRUTHFUL manner. Truth above all else. Period.
I would hire the top 12 media news persons in the community at a starting salary of $1,000,000 per year with performance bonuses paid on Christmas Day. Each of the media personnel would be required to sign a contract up front to loyalty to TDS and the first offense would be the last, in that, they would be fired, receive massive public scorn, all of their assets confiscated, and permanent banishment from the fruited plain, no exceptions.
Within 3 months of TDS storming the airwaves all of the other media sources would be reduced to smoking hulks of despair. I would collect no consideration for this deployment as I would believe it to be a service to my planet in the effort to banish tyranny worldwide. “Truthful information is always mightier than the sword.” That would be my epitaph.
Silly ghostsniper, Truth is for wingnuts!