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Crazy |
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*Nui$@nce* New Member
since 2003-08-07
Posts 7out of my mind |
Crazy they call me; And crazy I must be, For I dream of a world of peace, No hunger, no war, no prejudice due to differences. A world in which man actually cares for his brothers. Where a man is judged on who he is Not what he has, wears, colour of skin, God he follows. A worl in which disabilities aren't considered inabilities. So they call me crazy for having this dream. I mean no sane person would have this dream. Mahutma Ghandi and Jesus had this dream And look at the result of their dreaming. For this dream they gave their lives And that has to be a sign of being crazy. So why do I have this crazy dream? Why should I care to have a better world? One where our children can live without fear. Why do I care? I care because i do. And in this cold world if caring means your crazy Buy all means call me crazy. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Here, sit next to me...another fanatic...  |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
You're going to have a lot of us sitting with you! Count me as one of those crazies! Nice write ... Marti Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts. A.Einstein |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
Sounds pretty sane to me. Good job expressing yourself.  SharaRose @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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barbaraj Member
since 2003-01-24
Posts 139Nova Scotia, Canada |
great write  ~bjw~ aka one o'the crazies ~To see the world in a grain of sand |
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