My soul longs for the true North strong and free
Every night, the Maple Leaf pulls on my...
I'm so all-American
I fit into a perfect plastic mold...
E ... everything is an extension of everything...
A ... animals are natural teachers...
America is not wonderful
but it is what I'm stuck with...
No wonderful amber waves of grain
reside under all those polluted skies...
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The bitter truth is better than sweet lies. |
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The heart never knows the colour of the skin. |
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Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something. (Plato) |