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Lyrics for a Monday Morning

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This morning, as I selected my CDs for the day, I included the Tom Paxton album Up and Up. This has one of my favorite songs on it–something I wish for all the readers of this journal:

May the sound of children be your music.
May your blessings be the ones you earn.
May your days be filled with sun.
May you deeply love someone.
May that someone love you in return.

Life – May yours be long and loving.
Peace – May you enjoy its blessing.
Joy – May it be yours to savour.
Love – May it be yours forever.

May your only sorrows be the small ones.
May they leave you stronger when they go.
May the love of friends be yours.
May you live with open doors.
May you feel the love within you grow.

Life – May yours be long and loving.
Peace – May you enjoy its blessing.
Joy – May it be yours to savour.
Love – May it be yours forever.

     May your smallest moment be a full one.
May your life be all that it can be.
May you come to love yourself,
And hold that love above yourself,
And hold that love for all the world to see.

Life – May yours be long and loving.
Peace – May you enjoy its blessing.
Joy – May it be yours to savour.
Love – May it be yours forever.

Have a great week. Of course, if it isn’t starting so well, perhaps Monday Morning in Paradise is a better song for your week. Alas, the lyrics aren’t online, so I’ll transcribe and type them in when I get home.

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John Ashcroft and Justice

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Now that John Ashcroft is gone, it appears the Justice Department has decided to remove the blue drapes covering the more scantily clad statues. This brings to mind the Tom Paxton song (MP3 link), JOHN ASHCROFT AND THE ‘SPIRIT OF JUSTICE’:

John Ashcroft went to meet the press
He faced the microphones.
His heart was full of righteousness
His voice like God’s trombones.
But then he saw the statue
That was set behind him there.
She was ‘The Spirit of Justice’
Yes, but one of her breasts was bare.

John Ashcroft looked with horror
At this gleaming marble globe.
It thrust itself upon him
From a loosely falling robe.
It was so hard to concentrate
On those he there accused
With that marble breast behind him,
Poor John Ashcroft got confused.

    Each time he saw that marble breast
The poor man was appalled,
He quickly gave the order
And a curtain was installed.
Now when he makes a statement
You can see him on the tube
The curtain hides the statue
But you’ll still see one big boob.
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