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Democracy of America

Democracy,.... When we cease To be a democracy By extension, We cease to be a dream Muffled in the seeds Of division and muddled In abstention in acumination ------ Only to wimpier without a sound Which echoes to the name of a place? Where the “Eagles” doth’ bound And that is a place called “America” Gary Fields Poet, Author

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Sand Blown

Date: 3/28/2022 2:05:00 PM

wowza...heavy write...the 'eagles dream' and create the 'mammals' reality....then, the mammals see survival in that reallity as a......'survival of the fittest democracy' ...a very basic system for a desert.... stan sands dust

Sand Blown
Date: 11/13/2023 4:09:00 PM

....however......wrt potential....the u.s. shapes democracy more like wrt the-mock-race-scene in the u.s.; why not a health care system for the people of the so-called 'richest nation'(?) in the world......stan