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it is imperfection that makes us human

 

Because we are human we think

we should endeavor to be perfect

How foolish --

it is imperfection that makes us human

We suffer, we sweat, we love

So just love yourself anyway

Right now

-Jobe


Midnight again, moonlight and wind.
I cannot put down the poems of Miyazawa Kenji and Ilya Kaminsky.
I keep reading on into the night.
Then my own scribbles in an old notebook.
A gust of wind rattles the old loose window
and that which you might call my soul
shoots straight up into outer space.
Spacemen gather to me, and I read them a poem.
-Jobe



John Lewis Quotes:

"Freedom is not a state; it is an act. It is not some enchanted garden perched high on a distant plateau where we can finally sit down and rest. Freedom is the continuous action we all must take, and each generation must do its part to create an even more fair, more just society."

"The vote is precious. It is almost sacred. It is the most powerful non-violent tool we have in a democracy."

"Get in good trouble, necessary trouble, and help redeem the soul of America."

 "I believe in freedom of speech, but I also believe that we have an obligation to condemn speech that is racist, bigoted, anti-Semitic, or hateful."

"These young people are saying we all have a right to know what is in the air we breathe, in the water we drink, and the food we eat. It is our responsibility to leave this planet cleaner and greener. That must be our legacy."

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-Jobe

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-Jobe
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“That Mississippi sound, that Delta sound is in them old records. You can hear it all the way through.”
-Muddy Waters “Your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime.”
-Buddy Guy"I don't think about time. You're here when you're here. I think about today, staying in tune."
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