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JUST US

The law is dynamic, not static

Old laws are repealed, or not enforced

New laws are written and implemented

This process is continuous

Following the changes in circumstances and society

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A new law is required 

When society decides something is a problem 

That must be addressed and dealt with

That penalties must be assigned to behavior

That is unacceptable

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We are society - we decide

Which behavior is disruptive to our smooth functioning

Which behavior must be stopped by threatening punishment

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We are society - we decide

All our voices together form one mighty voice

To instruct the cumbersome millstones of justice

Which behavior needs grinding down to dust

We are society - we decide

We decide on what society we want for the children 

To inherit and inhabit

We are society - we must decide

Wisely

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WINNER

The battle can be lost before it even begins

If one side is convinced the odds are against them

If they believe their forces are weak and inferior

Or if they believe their cause is not worthwhile

The winner or loser of any conflict

Can be decided long before the warrior is engaged

On the field of battle

If one side is demoralized to the point

Of feeling hopeless despair

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Before any struggle you must first decide

If the effort is worth making

If not

 It is better to walk away

But if it is worth the effort

Then you must see that you can win

Victory can be yours

Success is in your capable hands

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ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE

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If I wasn't me, who would I be?

What would I think, what would I see?

Different virtues, different vices

Paying for them with different prices

What would I get, what would I owe?

Who would I be, who would I know?

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THE MAGICIAN'S BLESSING

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May the vast sparkling ocean claim your tears

May the warm sun and a gentle breeze dry your weeping eyes 

And fill your sails so you may move on

May the bountiful mother, Earth, ground you and let the seeds

Of hope and renewal grow into a mighty forest

Trees, living wands, to shelter you and keep you safe

May the magic of love heal your heart, body and mind

So mote it be.

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LITTLE STONEHENGE

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I have a little Stonehenge

Under a glass dome

So I can be near Stonehenge

Even if I'm home

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Why do I need Stonehenge?

I don't even know

Yet I am drawn to Stonehenge

Built all those years ago

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The ancient bluestones call me

The circle draws me in

Perhaps my forebears built it

The builders were my kin

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I can go and visit

Yet never leave my home

This tiny little Stonehenge

I keep inside a dome

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