SOMEONE

is sitting in the shadetoday because someone planted a tree a long time ago. There is no quiet

place in the white man’s cities. No room to hear THE UNFURLING OF LEAVES IN THE SPRING, or the rustle os insect’s wings and what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely

Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life;

cry of the whipperpoorwill or the argument

of the frogs around. IF MAN SPIT UPON THE GROUND,

they spit upon themselves. This we know:like the blood which unites one family, all things are connected THE EARTH DOES NOT BELONGS TO MAN, MAN BELONGS TO EARTH.

suddenly the situation seemed complex. It was midnight, and a moonless chill whispered his bones freezin’. Buildings were closed off, restaurants did not serve anymore, and Harold was ready for a snack. On his back he had his sick grandaddy, who sighed: “where is mommy?”. It all seemed to be running out of hand, but along came a steel-plated rescue. It was a taxi.

Suddenly the Situation Seemed complex. It was midnight, and a moonless chill whispered his bones freezin’. Buildings were closed off, restaurants did not serve anymore, and Harold was ready for a snack. On his back he had his sick grandaddy, who sighed: “where is mommy?”. It all seemed to be running out of hand, but along came a steel-plated rescue. It was a taxi.

Suddenly the Situation Seemed complex. It was midnight, and a moonless chill whispered his bones freezin’. Buildings were closed off, restau-rants did not serve anymore, and Harold was ready for a snack. On his back he had his sick grandaddy, who sighed: “where is mommy?”. It all seemed to be running out of hand, but along came a steel-plat-ed rescue. It was a taxi.

Suddenly the Situation Seemed complex. It was midnight, and a moonless chill whis-pered his bones freezin’. Buildings were closed off, restaurants did not serve any-more, and Harold was ready for a snack. On his back he had his sick grandaddy, who sighed: “where is mommy?”. It all seemed to be running out of hand, but along came a steel-plated rescue. It was a taxi.

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suddenly the situation seemed complex. It was midnight, and a moonless chill whispered his bones freezin’. Buildings were closed off, restaurants did not serve anymore, and Harold was ready for a snack. On his back he had his sick grandaddy, who sighed: “where is mommy?”. It all seemed to be running out of hand, but along came a steel-plated rescue. It was a taxi.

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