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Ask is not strong Given is not thinking Given so you are weak Strength without falling Handouts with earnings Oh I have gotten Too Late Thank you for not thinking That is the result of a non thinker Blind to thoughts Blankets without knowledge Sheets half way off Cold and not warm Assuming not knowing Working a word of deception Give me Give me Lost in the cause of the baton Was not pick up But lay there No one pick the baton up From the cradled Of this generation Nor the cradle of the Generation to come But there is hope Beneath the shadow of a doubt Run Run Somebody pick up the Baton NOW Francine King

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