we great people who live traditionally
minding nobody else business
making altars way before a written
will still got languages which is unintelligible to the average copycat and wannabe translator
and we keep laughing indeed
although we garden and farm
to keep frum using Petty Cash
that's what we get when we sow
i ain't worried about a gee oh dee
cause dem letters
just like me
can't put a label on invisibility
though dem theys try though
and fools follow em from sunup to sun rotating....
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