The Land

And while….while I stand here after picking myself up,

Mystified with wondrous delight,

I.. Remember who I was, who we were, I smile at the thought, I smile.

And while I stand here picking myself up,

I wonder why they say, ” It is a dark continent.”

Do they not know, did no news find them before this….this,

 

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