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Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Lane3 who wrote (52023)	6/29/2002 10:48:30 AM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

Yes, the ones that "win" correspond to timing. But no one is prescient enough to know who the winners are, until they get to look backwards. If atheists and agnostics get greater rights out of this, you will start seeing ducks, in a line. It is always easier to spot a duck when you aren't facing forward.

To: Lane3 who wrote (52023)	6/29/2002 10:52:07 AM
From: epicure	Respond to of 82486

I move that we sing Woodie Guthrie's song "This Land is Your Land" instead of the pledge. We'll have more fun, and we'll learn some geography at the same time. This Land is Your Land by Woody Guthrie (chorus) This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York Island, From the redwood forest to the gulf stream water, This land was made for you and me. As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway, I saw below me that golden valley, I said This land was made for you and me. I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps O'er the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts, While all around me a voice was sounding, saying This land was made for you and me Was a big high wall there that tried to stop me A sign was posted, said “Private Property” But on the back side, it didn’t say nothing -- This land was made for you and me. When the sun was shining, then I was strolling In the wheat fields waving, and the dust cloud rolling The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me. One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple By the relief office I saw my people -- As they stood hungry, I stood there wondering if this land was made for you and me?