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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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“Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.”
“I don’t want to know sh*t about you, I don’t even want to know your name…”
I just read that the Big 5G switch is going to be pulled tomorrow, Wednesday the 19th. Already, with the abundance of vaxxed and boostered humanoids crawling about, screaming at unmasked people and causing traffic accidents to quadruple in numbers… some very weird shit could come down real soon. I suggest you stay off the freeway for a couple of days. This article is predicting massive mayhem in the air, too. Meanwhile, on planet earth, it would be fun to see this guy’s brains explode in his helmet. Are we having fun yet? https://tinyurl.com/mr3ypjcx
The trouble with History is, one has to live through it. Inmates running the asylum. What a stoopid time to be alive.
RT is adding further considerations for the 5G moment.
https://www.rt.com/news/546245-us-faa-5g-aircraft-airports/
Why?
My wife’s birthday, today. She’s down trading in my phone for a new 5g. I rarely use the one I have. All this stuffs fluff. Kindly leave me out of the rat race.
Convinced this stuff takes years off of one’s life. Preferred it when we had three sources of kind of news. ABC NBC and CBS. Not to hot, Not to cold, almost just right.
I still remember watching Chet Huntley and David Brinkley on a tiny black and white tv with rabbit ears.
Let’s not forget Roger Mudd.
And John Chancellor.
Or Eric Sevareid.
My father despised Sander Vanocur for some reason. I was too little to know much about the whole matter.
Hale
My own bête noire was Walter Cronkite, then his evil stunted twin Dan Rather.