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TRACKING
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A mighty ship with a name I do not know
Comes from a faraway exotic land
Crossing the vast dangerous ocean
To a shore thousands of miles away
Where heroic beings unload it and bring to my very door
The anti-fungal nail cream I hope works effectively
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WISDOM VACCINE
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When we come across an angry, volatile, unreasonable person
Know this:
They are infected with a terrible disease
Passed down from generation to generation
It was the very first disease of Mankind
The disease of wanting to be the Highest of the on High
The Determiner of All Things
The One and Only Source of Truth
These sick folks are enraged that all things don't bend to their will
This emotional immaturity is a stage toddlers pass through
As they evolve into full grown men and women
But at the crucial moment, when personal responsibility and accountability start
They swerve off into right field, blaming others they have identified
For their diversion tactics
This Original Disease is contagious
One infected person can spread it to others
Their horrifying symptoms can spread to those who have not developed immunity
The immune have peace in their hearts and joy in their lives
Content with their rightful place in the world
Which is NOT Grand Ruler of It All
The immunes have a kingdom nonetheless
A kingdom of thoughts, intentions, actions and noble bearing
If the enraged bullies had a visible hideous pox
We would avoid them
Look for those who are nasty, critical, purple with rage
Aggressive, overloud, invasive
This is the Original Disease humanity must recover from
If we are to survive
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LIBERTY PUTS A FREEDOM RING ON IT
When Liberty walks across our land
She stops and takes each person's hand
To each she bestows duties and rights
Always with freedom in her sights
Liberty is stern but fair
To see that each one gets a share
We obey the laws but we are not sheep
Liberty has a promise she must keep
That all tyrants are doomed to fall
The law for one is the law for all
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THE WIND AT OUR BACKS
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There are upsetting thoughts I used to think
Ones that made my spirits sink
Right now my thoughts are useful and fun
Because I've culled and trained them one by one
I herd them like a border collie
To keep them away from ruinous folly
Any new thoughts I carefully choose
Only the helpful ones I can use
To navigate this brand new day
The thoughts push me forward
I'm on my way
The right thoughts can act like a mighty wind
To gently blow us towards our good fates
So think up fair winds and a smooth path forward
As we head towards tomorrow's gates
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THE PLAN
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We don't have to solve every problem in our lives
We just need to get through today
Only attitude makes the difference
Between what is work and what is play
So gird your loins, sharpen your wits
Our minds must be fully prepared
For what comes down our path today
Our journey will be fruitful and shared
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THE CURIOSITY DISEASE
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I am glad I am not fabulously wealthy
Because if I were fabulously wealthy
I would drive myself nuts
I would examine everything in my life with a powerful electron microscope
Then identify every parasite and pathogen on my nutritious body
I would run tox screens on every microplastic, pollution, virus riddled surface
Air quality would be meticulously analyzed, my body functions monitored and quantified
And a fleet of drones to patrol my secluded estate where emergency services
Could not get to me in time
I prevent my common sense from flying out the window
But great wealth would just give it a jet pack to the wild blue yonder
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PANDORA - PART 2
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While a person in a drought-stricken area prays for rain
Another person in a flood zone hopes it stops raining
One person lines up with a metal dish hoping for food
A different person steps off the scale determined to eat less
There are as many wishes as atoms in the universe
Hopes and dreams and prayers and schemes
Roil like altar smoke into the Great Unknown
Where we might have a pal in the Abyss
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