Always lying on his back to fix a broken automobile.
Standing vans upon jacks, so everyone beware!
Taking care that every part decides to fit somewhere, patiently he works 'til everything is in place.
Fighting with parts that refuse to go in certain places - he usually ends up cursing.
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Sitting at the hearth of America's freedom, knowing and feeling our freedom deep within our souls.
Our national fire warming the rest of the world, sharing embers of democracy with any country who wants to accept and hold freedom close.
Ideals of our forefathers remain true to us today - we always struggle to keep them before us, even in this new immoral population moving with us into this twenty-first century.
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Puddles lying on the ground reflecting things around them.
Splashing apart when passers-by ride upon them and closing back up slightly smaller until another arrival.
Night and day reflect within and children's faces fall within it's shiny grasp.
Only to have their little feet jump and splash their reflecting pictures in the street.
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Sadness flowing from a heart,
going down river in a steady motion
taking my life with it to foreign shores.
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Staring inward, looking for peaceful endeavors to
latch onto.
Wondering afar - deep into labyrinths and abysses
of child-held faith.
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Temporarily sitting in the light of life, trying to gain some knowledge and understanding before I die.
Reaching out to many possibilities seeking also, answers within myself.
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I have the courage to Be there for others,
but also the courage to be who I am.
After having been present for another, or in a group,
I must Be alone for myself to replenish my need for my
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Quietly, my soul treds away, reluctant to stay consciously
while being transported by Chopin's exquisite music to
instinctive realms of creativity.
Taking to clouds of imagination with no desire other than to unconsciously deliver mystery and awe to an all-consuming
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