"In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear."
Emerson
Singing It Now
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Come on all of you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in I-ran
So put down your books...
2 days ago

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