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Dreams of the -- escape

Under the banyan tree

Buddha and Cleopatra
Talk awhile

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Ain't no fool

Ain't watched tee vee -- never !

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He went to school today

He had to take a crap and the toilet
at home
Was clogged

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I was thinking today

HILLARY CLINTON !

( yep yep yep )

HILLARY CLINTON !

Only

It WASN'T REALLY thinking

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Negroes and automobiles

That's what AMERICA is really
All about

Negroes and automobiles

AND
( of course )

*******

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We are dark strangers looking for the

Shadows

That lead to the hills

And the Vision

Of the Dawn

I believe in the words that never past my lips.
Things- I wish I had the courage to say.
I believe in the beating, beating, beating of your steady heart.
The pain I went through, just to taste the salt of your flesh.

What a mistake.

I believe in yesterday and the day before.
I also believe your pride,
was the one in the way.

My death.
I felt it over and over, twice more...
You- you, sir... the one who walked away.
The one who stood watching
as I dissipated into the darkness below.

I believe in today, the motion of moving forward.
A single good day, for it not to be okay.

I'm gone, ash melted into the earth.
I have died so many times,
felt each death from the strength in your hands.

I've believed in yesterday and tomorrows morrow.
I've believed in you and the beating of ones heart.
I've believed in my death as the rock bashed my head.

Never have I merely believed
I could survive and come out alive...
No wounds, no bruise.
Just a healthy smile.

I stand here now on the precipice of today and tomorrow.
The out come may be inevitable,
but I stand in the here and now.

The one who is standing-up tall and proud.

A funny thing happened to me today. I walked out of my office and found a crumpled and torn yellow piece of construction paper blowing around the parking lot. I picked it up to throw it away when I noticed it had writing on it. What I found in pencil made me smile. Someone (a girl I assume) had written a poem on this piece of paper to the person she is in love with. And I thought, how weird is that...someone like me who thinks himself a poet would find a handwritten poem floating around the parking lot. So I decided I would share it with all of you here today.
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With the sun shining so bright in the sky
I sit here with you in my mind
Wondering how I got so lucky to have you in my life
I just know someday I will be your wife
Not a day goes by I can’t thank you enough
For all that you do even when things get rough
You’re my world, my angel, my strength when I am weak
Without you baby, I feel so incomplete
From our walks to our talks and everything in between
*I can’t tell you enough what you mean to me