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COUNTRY BOY
“country matters”, Shakespeare,
Hamletwe were
making love so sweet
it was getting like treaclewhen I
mixing even more sugar
into my metaphorflew back
from that
far-flung galaxy
to address
the state of the worldwhose soul had been
long sold, controlled,
stripped of all
joy and
spontaneitythis the
last precious country
where you
can start where you
like, go
where you
wish to go
say
what you feel