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In class I’m learning all about How all these great people Explained the world, How their models accounted For the inexplicable magic That somehow floats around The earth. Emerson had these circles, He saw them in everything. The Puritans saw God, Everywhere, Joy Harjo had horses. Oh and Clapton played the blues, And how can I forget About Phish and their IT? Me, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, Looking at really hard at fields. I’m staring at their imperfections, I’ve been getting down to eye level With the grass, Thinking about all of the life, Right there, That just grew, And keeps living, Just like that. Those wavering little blades. I think my meaning of life Is You.
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 11:40 PM UTC
Worldly Perceptions
In class I’m learning all about How all these great people Explained the world, How their models accounted For the inexplicable magic That somehow floats around The earth. Emerson had these circles, He saw them in everything. The Puritans saw God, Everywhere, Joy Harjo had horses. Oh and Clapton played the blues, And how can I forget About Phish and their IT? Me, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, Looking at really hard at fields. I’m staring at their imperfections, I’ve been getting down to eye level With the grass, Thinking about all of the life, Right there, That just grew, And keeps living, Just like that. Those wavering little blades. I think my meaning of life Is You.
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jack-singer
American
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 11:40 PM UTC
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