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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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“Purple Drank or Lean is a cocktail that is created by mixing Robitussin or other over-the-counter cough medicines with, you guessed it, Skittles and Arizona Watermelon Juice, the flavor of tea Trayvon Martin was carrying that night.”. -Tuesday, May 29, 2012/ the Kansas Citian
I note the price is in British pound.
Isn’t it a hate crime in jolly ol’ England to mention white pride?
In my fondest dreams, Ann Barnhardt and Ben Shapiro are sewn into a sack together. No need for any cut snakes — just some pig (sorry Ben) iron ingots. Be worth keeping them in the boat for a while and recording the ensuing conversation before chucking overboard in deep water.
Epic Marketing Fail.
Every year in China there is at least one company which makes the mistake of somehow referring to the day or date on June 4 and incurring the Ire of Pooh. Irony is that with so much censorship and ignorance in the younger generation about Tiananmen Square Massacre, sometimes the mistake really is genuine. Also the cadre of online censors who are allowed to know all the details so can catch oblique references is quite small, so something can get legs on social media before it gets noticed by the right guys and stomped.
Looks like 10 is back……. and changed its name.
Funny (not “HA, Ha.”) thing is rainbows require white light (I prefer “enlightenment”) before diversity of the “rainbow” can be seen and hopefully appreciated. … Yet, those that promote diversity would eliminate the requisite “white” enlightenment. … Just an observation.
Snake sed its. snicker
Zaphod, I understand the ref to Ben Shapiro but what’s the deal with Ann Barnhardt. Your comment caused me to look at her blog and then after listening to her for around 6 seconds on a YT vid, I had to leave; anything was better than that. But otherwise I know nothing about her.
@Jack:
Ann Barnhardt is kind of an Unguided Hyper-Catholic Missile. Imagine a Smoking Censer Bashing a Human Face Forever :). Back in the Middle Ages she would have been burned at the stake for preaching heresies (as defined by whoever she was annoying) in the market place. Probably some kind of divine holy spark animating her and she *does* attack a lot of the scumbags who need attacking, but Ye Gods… there’s something frightful about a full-on Estrogenic Apocalypse. I do find her spitting hatred of Bergolio very satisfying. Thing is, she’d anathematize JC Himself for not beating up the Money Changers in the Temple enough.
Which is where Friend Ben comes in. I just think would be amusing to force them to inhabit the same confined space. I’m a bit of a sadist.