ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
Nation |
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I call this my beloved ground
though it's the other way around
my noisy rivals the crows
standing in disorderly rows
allege my transgressions
condemn my indiscretions
'tis improper, I'll concede
to confide in birds my creed
they claim dominion of the skies
and the world that 'neath it lies
still the sentiment persists
that mine ownership exists
and where my head rests
is no place for other guests
thus shall I call christen thee
Nation and Citizen title me
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