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There it is and there it goes
The land of allies and foes
What once was yours is now mine
My children lose it all and dine

I hear the words of a gibberish present
I wish for the days of a peaceful past
Looking through the words of man I take a moment to see
Why is now so foreign, when the past was never free

Tell me, tell me, where are we on the scale
Libra, Libra why do you make me pale
Below and above the fires burn on
Is now the deadwood burning, has it begun

With every growth there is that pain
Remember it is here to strain
A scar will remain, to be remembered
A physical memory

The blind might crash, so might the wise
Regardless there will be cries
Will you sit across the sea with me
So one day we can return to thee

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Hello new followers, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I want this place to feel like home, where we can escape the Thunderdome and process the world. Where we can post dog pics and recipes and book recommendations. Where we support each other as we get sober, lose weight, embark on new business opportunities, creative endeavors, relationships and travels. I want this to be your oasis of sanity and laughter in an increasingly mad world. A creative outlet where you can share your spirit with us.

We might not have any control over the news cycle—but we can control our habits and attitude. It all starts with us. And hopefully a little piece of that will start here.

Nancy Pelosi is vile. She’s not even a good liar.

I watched Clash of the Titans for the first time last night and it was great!

I am a decade late and the CGI showed that, but I loved it.

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