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HEARING THE SENECA NIGHTINGALE,
AN HONEST WIND-SONG OF A WIND-TALKER
THAT STAYS AND PLAYS MISTY ON MY MIND.
A MELLOW MOURNING DOVE OF COURAGE
WITH TENDER TEARS THAT MAKE ME BLIND...
PEACEFUL IS ITS HAUNTING MELODY,
SUNG IN HONOR OF HUMBLE HARMONY...
A KNIGHT SINGING SOFT AND FIRM,
GENTLY WAFTING THROUGH THE TREES,
SINGING FOR A GREATER SPIRIT,
AMID THE BEAUTIFUL FALLING LEAVES.
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Donald Ripley: It has become appallingly clear that our technology has surpassed our humanity.
Powder: Albert Einstein.
Donald Ripley: When I look at you,
I have hope that maybe one day
our humanity will surpass our technology.
© 2011 3D Divine Deadbeat Dad ( - 12/12/12
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