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Holidays Abroad I read the glossy magazines and wear the latest fashions, Why should I not indulge my lusts and exercise my passions? So I must go to Ecuador and I must go to Rome Only the oppressed and poor are the ones to stay at home. and I must lie on golden shores where suntanned bodies are naked and soft; and burnished skin gives pleasure to me deep within. (I shall not go to Bangladesh and see the bodies there - naked bone and rotted flesh that perish in despair) I read the glossy magazines and love the Ad-man's stories I shall not see the third world Only the the rich world's glories. |
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Rambling If you like a country ramble watch the wordings as you amble "Do not trespass" they may say Or ‘Jerusalem’ five miles away Yet heed all words with greatest care for they contain a hidden snare and all those scholarly translations are oftentimes mere aberrations. So as you climb the pilgrim's stair the silent voice within your lair proclaims you have to declare the silent footprint in the ground is your best help to get around - The silent arrow pointing straight denotes the path to Heaven's Gate. |