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there is a land, i'm told,
where transgressions
are meaningless
salutations that
dapple conversation
in pirouetted grace

grandfather, more,
pleez, tell us more

it is a land where muvee
screens hold all the truth
and beauty in the world--
like tripwire for the mentally
retarded

oh, grandfather, it sounds
glorious, tell us more

it is a land abolished
like slavery
and picked through
like scraps for the
scoundrels and savages
of democracy

grandfather, you're scaring us--

you had it once,
children,
what happened?