My soul longs for the true North strong and free
Every night, the Maple Leaf pulls on my...
I'm so all-American
I fit into a perfect plastic mold...
E ... everything is an extension of everything...
A ... animals are natural teachers...
America is not wonderful
but it is what I'm stuck with...
No wonderful amber waves of grain
reside under all those polluted skies...
The bitter truth is better than sweet lies. |
The heart never knows the colour of the skin. |
Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something. (Plato) |