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footsteps
02:03
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thunder
02:55
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words
03:01
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Jumbled in the common box
Of their dark stupidity,
Orchid, swan, and Caesar lie;
Time that tires of everyone
Has corroded all the locks,
Thrown away the key for fun.
In its cleft the torrent mocks
Prophets who in days gone by
Made a profit on each cry,
Persona grata now with none;
And a jackass language shocks
Poets who can only pun.
Silence settles on the clocks;
Nursing mothers point a sly
Index finger at a sky,
Crimson with the setting sun;
In the valley of the fox
Gleams the barrel of a gun.
Once we could have made the docks,
Now it is too late to fly;
Once too often you and I
Did what we should not have done;
Round the rampant rugged rocks
Rude and ragged rascals run.
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keys
06:13
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At the end of it all, there will be nothing.
No time, no space, no memories good or bad,
All we have is now, and now is all we have.
But we have each other,
we have our home,
we have art,
we have science,
we have history,
we have conservation, we have legacy,
and we have change.
We could choose to focus on the bad and the negative,
the sad and how our society is still segregative,
but where will that get us?
Choose instead;
choose instead to focus on what we do have.
What makes you feel joy and love in your heart?
For me, that is art.
And I will hold onto it and never let go.
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5. |
phone
05:09
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