"Our limbs indeed have room enough but it is our souls that rust in a corner. Let us migrate interiorly without intermission, and pitch our tent each day nearer the western horizon."
H.D.Thoreau
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...
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