oh great country and comrades.
it is only in his own home town a prophet cannot be welcomed.
lets not pretend.
but a mediocre poet still feels the same.
i appreciate the loan and the doormats and bills.
i'm not looking for any secrets these days.
maybe just playful words and someone sweet enough to show a darkside or mishap.
please smile with your crooked teeth and i promise not to avert my eyes.
come all you who are heavy laden. we will hang up our watches and kindly for once pass the time, dirty our timecards, and love one another.
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