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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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Why waste money with flight?
Some stout rope, a sturdy trailer hitch, a vacant road.
I bet my ride can drag at least 8 of em at a time.
That works out to about 512 per day, and I’m willing to work overtime.
A month of 18 hour days, non-stop, oughta put a dent in the problem.
Course, if you used a Chinook with the tailgate you could prolly cram about 50 in there at the same time, then take em out about 50 miles and let em go, no clean up. A 48 volt cattle prod will help em find the exit ramp.
It would appear that the mob has claimed another pelt. Local media reporting Prof. Mike Adams, who was to resign from UNC-W on Aug 1st and receive a half million for doing so, has been found dead in his house.
You know I spoke a lot of Marx
Oh Lord, I taught about Engels
But I never said nothing
But how Guevarra would kill
You know I seen a lot of helos flying round
Drop comrades thru the skies
Aaah, but Pinochey dont cate if they lived
Or if they died
Goddamn, Uh huh, Pinochet
I said God famn, God damn Pinochet man
You know Guevarra .. Guevarra is a man
With a love of Castro in his head
Aaah but Pinochet is a Nazi
Oh Lord, he’s not a Gramscian man
Guevarra! …. on a poster
Will sell you a Marxist pipe dream
Aah, but Pinochet will set up a junta
Oh Lord, he’ll put your Commie ass in sling
God damn, uh huh, Pinochet
I said God damn, G-D DAMN
The Pinochet man
(Cue sound of another “Magic Helo Ride” chopper taking off)