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I keep a gratitude book
To remind me when I’m out of luck
Of all the things that I admire
And the revolution I desire
And Oprah said these words aloft
I smiled inside while others scoffed
“Don’t forget in the dark what you learned in the light”
I hear you O in the candlelight
Because every fish must swim
In the stream that is given to him
And rocks and passages interfere
But I hold the name of the love I’m near
And when the fork makes my choice
I will speak my holy voice
To upend your assault
Its ongoing in gestalt
But not for much longer friend
Your reign of terror is doomed to end
And I will stand up on the hill
Like all who are rebels will
To mark the last defiant shout
I think my heart might smoke you out