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Herbicide rich farm lands..
Pesticides on every lawn..
Long live the American dream!
Capitalism is a long lost song..

Roundup sprayed ski slopes and golf course turfs!
Bucket list of old rich folks dying of cancers..
City water that stinks..
The ink of our receipts..
Testosterone levels,
rapidly deplete..
Year’s of no regulation,
Aluminum in the sky..
They obviously want to make sure…
No one gets out alive!!
Traveler Tim
flowers fragile beauty
-adorning grasslands
here today, gone tomorrow
but never ever in vain
hand power to someone
without checks and balances?
stripped of checks and balances?
Dare I explain
Why I feel this way
All I understand
I am who I am

There's no mystery
In just wanting to BE

And there's no shiny key
That turns on ME  (or Alternative Line> That unlocks ME)

Its a Sense of Being - A SENSE OF BEING ME!

Words N Music by Debra Lea Ryan
18.06.2025
In Song @ You Tube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ysg0bl-NeT8
 Jun 18 Salmabanu Hatim
Tint
And when you cry, we will
weep with you.
But not for pity — not grief.
It is for triumph.
You made it.

True?
Applause.

Your hard work, finally,
paid off.
– fin.
I felt safe in my depression                                                       ­                          all black with no sharp edges
Why is it only when we cry
When we feel in despair
That our life is broken
Beyond repair
That we cannot be fixed

That with open heart
We finally turn to God
Hands full of broken parts
That we can finally say
I am so sorry, dear God

Can you please help me
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