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  <title>autumn_dragon</title>
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  <updated>2009-06-05T17:06:56Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-01:155022:605</id>
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    <title>RIP Bobby Sands</title>
    <published>2009-05-03T19:10:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T17:06:56Z</updated>
    <dw:mood>nostalgic</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">Two days from now is the 28th anniversary of the death of Bobby Sands (May 5th, 1981), a poet and soldier. &amp;nbsp;RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhythm of Time by Bobby Sands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an inner thing in every man, &lt;br /&gt;Do you know this thing my friend? &lt;br /&gt;It has withstood the blows of a million years, &lt;br /&gt;And will do so to the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was born when time did not exist, &lt;br /&gt;And it grew up out of life, &lt;br /&gt;It cut down evil's strangling vines, &lt;br /&gt;Like a slashing searing knife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lit fires when fires were not, &lt;br /&gt;And burnt the mind of man, &lt;br /&gt;Tempering leandened hearts to steel, &lt;br /&gt;From the time that time began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wept by the waters of Babylon, &lt;br /&gt;And when all men were a loss, &lt;br /&gt;It screeched in writhing agony, &lt;br /&gt;And it hung bleeding from the Cross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It died in Rome by lion and sword, &lt;br /&gt;And in defiant cruel array, &lt;br /&gt;When the deathly word was 'Spartacus' &lt;br /&gt;Along the Appian Way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor, &lt;br /&gt;And frightened lord and king, &lt;br /&gt;And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare, &lt;br /&gt;As e'er a living thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smiled in holy innocence, &lt;br /&gt;Before conquistadors of old, &lt;br /&gt;So meek and tame and unaware, &lt;br /&gt;Of the deathly power of gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets, &lt;br /&gt;And stormed the old Bastille, &lt;br /&gt;And marched upon the serpent's head, &lt;br /&gt;And crushed it 'neath its heel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It died in blood on Buffalo Plains, &lt;br /&gt;And starved by moons of rain, &lt;br /&gt;Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee, &lt;br /&gt;But it will come to rise again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes, &lt;br /&gt;As it was knelt upon the ground, &lt;br /&gt;And it died in great defiance, &lt;br /&gt;As they coldly shot it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is found in every light of hope, &lt;br /&gt;It knows no bounds nor space &lt;br /&gt;It has risen in red and black and white, &lt;br /&gt;It is there in every race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lies in the hearts of heroes dead, &lt;br /&gt;It screams in tyrants' eyes, &lt;br /&gt;It has reached the peak of mountains high, &lt;br /&gt;It comes searing 'cross the skies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lights the dark of this prison cell, &lt;br /&gt;It thunders forth its might, &lt;br /&gt;It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend, &lt;br /&gt;The thought that says 'I'm right!'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=autumn_dragon&amp;ditemid=605" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-01:155022:507</id>
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    <title>autumn_dragon @ 2009-05-01T20:20:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-02T00:24:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-02T00:24:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">A bright shiny journal.... &amp;nbsp;Yes, I am probably part crow or raccoon :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=autumn_dragon&amp;ditemid=507" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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