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Feb 26, 2008
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my country it is of thee, sweet land of poverty/obesity ...
my country it is of thee,
sweet land of poverty/obesity ...
---
if the government was as afraid
of disturbing the consumer
as it is of disturbing business,
this would be some democracy.
---Hubbard
---
this country's spirits, they've grown
desert dry;
they know no more how---
no, not at all---how now
to fly
... or even try.
but never mind, I think
they hold the selfsame
now (and then
forever when)
the spell for which they're
left to yearn,
though lacking sap
for wholesome tears,
to ever cry.
— barbsdad2003, Feb 26, 2008
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RSScheerer
18 years 3 months ago
my country it is of thee
barbsdad2003
18 years 3 months ago
Thank You
Proprietress o…
17 years 4 months ago
hey Chuck,
barbsdad2003
17 years 3 months ago
Surprised I am ...
Conect11
17 years 3 months ago
I echo Ronda's
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