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Throw Away Uncle Sam. Bring Back The Mother
Like a beautiful flower with no fragrance is this land of America. She is like a smorgasbord with food laid out throughout the length and breadth and yet no satisfaction gained from delicate flavours, that may be a simple meal could yield. Many a feminine face with brands plastered all over to heighten the features, yet no distinct personality that can shine through the eyes. A beautifully blessed land without a Soul! Where did it go? It was swept away and thrown into the garbage of reservations, where live a set of people forgotten by the world. They too have forgotten themselves. The very same people that held the Soul of this land, a land where the Ancients walk aimlessly as ghosts!
December 1994- Los Angeles
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