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Saturday, April 26, 2014


Stranger in

This strange land,

Garbled tongues

I do not understand,

How I cling

Like to like,

Birds of a feather,

Yet still seek likeness

In the foreign,

For under

Skin, and customs,

And words,

You find the same

Strength, and faith,

And love.

Different isn’t

So different

After all.