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PIGEON POWER
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The eagle is not the only bird to define our skies
There is the cheerful robin, harbinger of spring
A crow or raven bringing news from beyond
The stately vulture taking what remains after life
After a hummingbird has carried the spirit to paradise
While a nightingale sings a song of hope and rebirth
There is such a variety of birds to choose from
If the eagle of liberty and justice is not visible right now
Focus on the dove, the heron or the shrike
For inspiration and encouragement
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WHEN
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When the summer trees sway to and fro
I feel the broken edges of my heart
When music swells inside my soul
I feel the broken edges of my heart
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HOCUS FOCUS
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When a powerful witch has your back
You needn't fear harm or attack
The protection acts like a shield
Consequences are the weapons they wield
Bad actors better think twice
They better back off or be nice
Witches prefer to heal and bless
But don't put their benevolence to the test
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CONSEQUENCES
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When the first shot was fired at Fort Sumter on April 12, 1861, at 4:30 a.m.
The slaves were freed
A war started to perpetuate and expand slavery was actually
The death knell of that grotesque institution
Events in history are like dominoes in entangled rows
Stretching into the distant futures, over the horizon and beyond
But once the first domino topples, it hits the next one
A series of consequences set in action, beyond anyone's control
No one can say with certainty where this current chain reaction will end
What chains will be unlocked, who will be set free
But once a domino falls it can never rise again
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LOST IN TIME
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Dinosaurs used to roam where my dwelling now stands
The property is on the edge of an extinct lake
Which is why my soil is so sandy and my basement is dry
The dinosaurs did not know, could not know, about me
But I know about them - tiny plant-eaters and giant meat-eaters
What unimaginable sequence of events gave me this place in time?
I wonder about the future, in 200 million years
Who or what will live here?
There is no guarantee that humans will be here
Or anything recognizable to us
I will enjoy my moment in the sun, on the Earth
Rolling around in the mists of time like tumbling dice
Taking a chance, the only chance, to be here now.
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THE TOWER OF TRUTH
We were taught the Tower of Babel
Was about all the many languages
But since we can translate any language
Now I don't think that's true
I think the Tower of Babel
Means what is true for me might be something false to you
The Tower of Babel is a symbol for our unique perspective
Forcing anyone to see things our way
Is going to be, at best, ineffective
We must make bridges between the towers
Made of good will and respect
While we may never have a common vision of things
That we are each a unique tower with a different point of view
Is a fact that we must all accept
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