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Prepare The Feathers


The day after, early start, late finish.  Firecracker aftersmell, we showed them last night, we declared.  All the twisting, all the bias, all the larceny, the tyrants had their run.  The professional government, the real shakers, the in-betweens, the oozing kings, the slippery queens.  Prepare the feathers, cook up some tar.


Bring back common sense of the common mind.  The brilliant have squandered their opportunity, they are brilliant no longer.  Inventors take over, make something outlandish.  Prevailing thoughts should be your own, don't believe the dimmers, the end of the worlders, the fretters.  Rest easy.


Keep the spirit of '76, twelve generations strong.  American stories full of hope, cursed with despair.  We shall overcome again and again.  Collective of independent minds beginning to howl together.  The general mood.

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