

A Turning Peoplethe wind in the willows sings on, sings on. the plush of my pillows goes on, goes on. workers in the corn row work on, work on. and when there's green grass to mow it grows on, grows on.A Turning People
Against the world it spins on, spins on. a fight against poverty fights on, fights on. cleaning up the pollution that kills on, kills on. and the war against nations struggles on, struggles on.
working for freedom strives on, strives on. delegations for peace talk on, talk on. living for better lives on, lives on. a
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Dollsa little broken doll sits upon the shelf of the old toy store. once in a while the children came in and played with her. but now the store is dark and the children all grown up. and she sits once sparkling eyes and soft honeyed hair now are dull and lifeless. she once spoke said what she felt but the children didn't like it so she stopped to please them but now she won't start no talk for so long hurts her. but none care. no one cares for a broken doll disfigured by years of being toyed with &nbDolls