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bigtree

(86,004 posts)
Sat Oct 6, 2018, 10:32 AM Oct 2018

This is really something. Folks are still in D.C. fighting this nomination to the end

Women's March @womensmarch 26m26 minutes ago
Hundreds of people are being trained for today’s #CancelKavanaugh action every 30 minutes this morning.

We’re going to flood the Capitol.
We’re going to flood the polls.
We’re going to flood the streets.
The #WomensWave is coming.








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This is really something. Folks are still in D.C. fighting this nomination to the end (Original Post) bigtree Oct 2018 OP
I have C-Span on, they're showing some of them outside. BeckyDem Oct 2018 #1
Do not go gentle into that good night Jersey Devil Oct 2018 #2
inspiring! Hermit-The-Prog Oct 2018 #3

Jersey Devil

(9,874 posts)
2. Do not go gentle into that good night
Sat Oct 6, 2018, 10:34 AM
Oct 2018

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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