The morning fogs dissipate slowly in the morning sun The sheds stand as corrugated as ever in their stark nakedness The bright semis are here to promote the benefits of consumerism They vaunt a fair trade like the monk-soldiers forced their faith on the colonies The dream locks horns with the illusion no more forever […]
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