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My father's country*
was his* home for a while;
taken elsewhere** at an early age,
he adopted mine**.
I went back to his* seeking refuge,
was warmly accepted there*,
but had to return to mine**.
From here** I'm observing
what his* country's now undergoing.
Will I go back again? When? Why?
(20 SEP 14, V.V. Santa Clara CA) v3
*Scotland ** USA
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