Welcome
I see eggs flying
They all land on your sides as welcome
You've joined the Washington, Ottawa
Both hated
I guess I made mistake
I guess I, like always
Have been wrong
I thought peace
I gave prize
To my kids
Canada
I said loud:
"Is the land
For success and
All love, without hate"
Now I see you, your kind's
Who hold helm, plant hate
Thank you,
I said but you read it as would wise.
It's reverse.
You
John Baird
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