Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly... All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise... blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Thursday, September 30, 2004

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As I pass by the old man with a white beard and a legal pad that reads "No Food. No Money. Please help." I'm eating my sandwhich and hurrying back to work. I'm struck by those three simple and clear sentences. This is the second time that I have passed him today; the first time I was just finishing my $1.25 cookie and marveling at the simple wonders before me.

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