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9 Anglo! Colonial tongues Stunt our growth. English, the wrong language, Like one which came in through the back door. They walk ahead, Open our front doors, Usher us into our homes and Make us fast at our feasts. Aware, Yet appalled every time it happens again. We return to that first time with the hope Of denuding what was garbed then. Naked beldams! The sun refuses to rise. Lilliputians, Our limitation stands out, Towering above us, Dragging us to places we’d rather not go. 12/11/07 ...

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