Sunday Evening with Good Old Joe
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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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No thanks, I just ate.
srsly, the dood just creeps me out man.
And when I stretch that idea out, that he occupies the WH, I almost collapse.
Like I’m reading a million page horror novel and I am the main character.
Hand me another brew…
Just saw it. Your “million page horror novel” just went into its 2nd edition. Watching the surreal shenanigans on the Potomac makes me wonder if we are not lost in the pages of Kafka or Borges. Or in a Dali painting.
Where’s the exit? There is none.
As much as I despise that worn-out, deadbeat, child fondler, he’s just the puppet at the podium. Even if his heart will quit on him publicly, for all the world to enjoy, his handlers would have another to prop up in his place within hours.
On another note I was flipping channels a day or two ago and the spotlight was on Huma Abedin, Hillary’s muslim brotherhood affiliated bi-sexual lover and Hummer stated that a national political run is something that she would consider. I think it might have been Savannah Guthrie or one of those other media whores who was quizzing this muslim version of AOC but there are so many of those bitches on the tube I may have that wrong. Anyway, I’d consider that comment just a
heads up for those who might be listening.