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Слушать(AI)Why We Are Truly A Nation
Because we rage inside the old boundaries, like a young girl leaving the Church, scared of her parents.
Because we all dream of saving the shaggy, dung-caked buffalo, shielding the herd with our bodies.
Because grief unites us, like the locked antlers of moose who die on their knees in pairs.
William Matthews
William Procter Matthews III (November 11, 1942 – November 12, 1997) was an American poet and essayist.
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