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57 Contradiction Foreign Aid (The Full Mouth does not Speak) Never would they see the day They so thought I thought I heard them say When god’s own chosen land Of all things beautiful, bountiful All things foreign The benefactor sublime Of the wretched of the earth Everyone and everywhere, Would stoop to receive foreign aid Then, the skunk’s stench hit me As raced my mind through and across Five centuries of history Five centuries of foreign aid By slaves nabbed and slavery encaged, The New World’s edifices laid Big, beautiful -and bold By the brows, brains and breasts And on we march to the music Of the bold and blessed band, This rose garden, the land That creates, thinks, believes And propagates miracles Communion for the mind ...

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