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ONE FINE DAY
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A monkey wanted a banana
The monkey climbed up a tree
He picked a nice ripe banana
And ate it rapidly
ONE FINE DAY .....
A monkey wanted a banana
The monkey climbed up a tree
But instead of picking one and eating
He thought, "How can I bring down three?
Because right now I want this banana
But soon, in a little while
I will want another banana
I can just take one from my pile."
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PEEKABOO
If you look closely
Around the eye of the bird
There is a pebbly rim of dinosaur skin
Looking at you through the mists
Of eons and catastrophes and change
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CONTINUITY
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From the Stone Age to the Phone Age
Human nature hasn't changed
The weapons have been upgraded
While the power mad, deranged
Still insist that might makes right
Use force to gain their will
Against laws that try to stop them
The wicked just won't chill
From the days of caves and rocks
When the tribe sat around the fire
To the days of cars and stocks
A social media cave we require
To put up our symbols and messages
Extend our tribal range
Cause from the Stone Age to the Phone Age
Human nature hasn't changed
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THE RAIN IN CANADA
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When the sun is weirdly orange
Because of raging Canadian fires
Then extinguishing rain in Canada
Becomes one of my most heartfelt desires
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HOME OF THE BRAVE
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How much freedom
Can people have?
Not unlimited, unless they live alone
On an island in the middle of the ocean
Because if there are two people
They must negotiate
Over resources and behavior
Negotiations which require good faith and good will
That they will abide by the rules they decided upon
How much freedom
Can people have?
As much freedom as a good heart
Effective enforcement of laws
And good will can provide
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SAINT SNIPER
Occasionally a person is so convinced
That they have exclusive access to the truth
To what is right and proper
That they claim the moral high ground
To set up a sniper's nest
So they can mow down
All those deluded lesser beings
Who do not share their beliefs
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