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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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mesmerizing
where my blotter iz?
Proposition: Sheep are really particles in a stream. We just can’t see the stream.
“Mesmerizing” is not the word I would have initially chosen to describe what is shown in the video, but it is rather accurate. Look at how easily mesmerized, and sheep like, the American people have become over the Chinese batflu, and the many other mental illnesses such as the trans nonsense. If the time comes for rounding up American sheeple, for their own good ya know, it’ll look alot like what the video displays.
-not gone as of my last hunting trip to Jordan, Montana. We found ourselves surrounded by +/- a thousand sheep while on a lonesome highway.
Jordan has a hotel and two saloons. It is notable for an incident, a standoff between militiamen and federal agents, and, too, Ernest Hemingway’s son- crossdresser, doctor, and later semi-op transexual having been onstaff in the local emergency room.
In decades past…
Not gone in Montana-
Hunting in the area near Jordan we were driving on a county road and became engulfed by hundreds of sheep. We stopped, and waited until they were clear of us.
Jordan has two saloons and a hotel, and can be noted for a standoff that occurred there between militiamen and federal agents, and the employment of Hemingway’s son- doctor, crossdresser and eventual partial-op transexual- in the local emergency room.
Decades past, now.
Reading Hemingway can be good, but reading about the Hemingways is far more rewarding.