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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I voted tonight by the Supermoon I asked the Man which I should choose He whispered, "Well if it was up to me I'd tell you just how things should be But I've seen them come and I've seen them go And most times there's no way to know Most times there's no way to tell Which outcome will serve you well I'll tell you just what I would do I'd call the birds to find a clue Somebody said some time ago They neither reap, nor do they sow So check with them, that's what I'd do Cause I tell you I have seen a few Say this or that and sometimes lie About what they'll do, by and by" I wondered if I'd take a stand In this line while time slips through the sand If any difference would occur Or if it all ends up a blur Where right and wrong are somehow lost And we can't even count the cost Of what we thought the end would be When we fought for democracy He checked to see if it was clear That he still had my mind and ear "The birds aren't checking with the wind To see if it blows out or in The birds are smart and they all know Which way the wind is going to blow I move the tides, and hearts now and then But the birds are smart, they all know when And where the wayward wind will blow They know if they should leave or stay And how the branch is going to play In which direction they should fly They're smarter birds than you and I When they line up it's on a line Not in one, waiting to define Direction best fit for the flock Election by each hen and cock They vote not with their feet but wing And though the wind might help them fly It's not what life is measured by What works for them might work for us If we would learn to leave the fuss And fight behind and trade the lead Ensuring what each one will need Is what would satisfy us all No matter who might make the call The songs may differ, but they'll end the same They all will end on that last note In spite of where and when you vote The songs may all have different words But they all come from… and are for the birds"
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